I’m flying to London at the crack of dawn on Tuesday, and then getting a train the next morning to Edinburgh for my sold out (!!!) talk on lost women w…
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Thanksgiving and the season it inaugurates are among my favorite times of the year. To find a balance between the sense of obligation and of pleasurabl…
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Thanksgiving week counterprogramming? Not exactly. I’ve been thinking a lot (idly, I admit) about gratitude, and the difference between what I’m trying…
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I wrote last week about the pleasure of spending time with friends for no externally-motivated reason beyond you want to and you can: no holiday, no ce…
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I’m a day late on this because I was traveling yesterday to North Carolina, to spend the weekend with Susan and Sarah. We do this about every six month…
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When I was little, Halloween stretched out and merged with Bonfire Night, or Fireworks Night, or the Fifth of November, which I much preferred. I’ll ta…
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A big chunk of Astoria Park has been closed off for the best part of a year while the Parks Department upgrades the running track. In practice this mea…
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When I taught writing, one of the hardest things to tackle—even to articulate—was the mystery of “flow.” Students were deeply attached to this idea, us…
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Last night I went to the launch of a new series of books from NYU Press, from Avidly, a wonderful site for niche cultural enthusiasms. The editors defi…
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It was over ninety degrees on Wednesday afternoon, heat that hangs on you like a weight, and by midnight, after the rain burst and gushed, it was thirt…
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This hasn’t been a week of great joy. I’ve been in a holding pattern, quiet and tired, my to-do list getting longer and longer. It’s been hot, and I’ve…
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A clunky word, further hollowed out these days by its adoption by every startup transforming the world by selling boxes of makeup on the internet, but …
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