Pentimento

Brothers, love is a teacher, but a hard one to obtain: learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever. (Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov)

Monday, November 18, 2019

From Maenad to Christian

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The young journalist Tara Isabella Burton , both a polymath a fine writer, has a  compelling conversion story on Catapult that is very ...
Saturday, August 17, 2019

Artists in the Kitchen

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Among other Sisyphean pursuits, I've spent the summer culling books from my chaotic "library." It's been an anxious and...
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Friday, March 22, 2019

I Hear the Bronx Singing

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A student at my alma mater published this poem , a sort of homage and reply to Walt Whitman, in The New Yorker this week. It made me nost...
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Friday, March 8, 2019

Death = Love

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Pierre Bonnard,  The Breakfast Room,  1930-31. A long time ago, back when the only thing that mattered was whether or not I might be abl...
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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Into Those Bitter Waters

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The secretary of the department in which my father taught for many years was Greek Orthodox. In other words, she Took Lent Seriously. ...
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Music and Memory, Part 36: Walking Away

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After a long illness,  Christine , the wife of my friend and former opera colleague G., died a couple of weeks ago, just shy of her fiftieth...
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Sunday, July 12, 2015

Music and Memory, Part 35: Lorelei

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One summer a long time ago, I was a waitress at a popular restaurant in the publishing district. Late at night, at the end of a busy and...
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Monday, June 29, 2015

Music and Memory, Part 34: Mister Softee

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I've been having an ongoing conversation with my friend Ex-New Yorker about the ways that New Yorkers, when they are transferred to o...
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Music and Memory, Part 33: The Key-Flower

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I was thinking today about a man I dated for much longer than was reasonable, because it is his birthday. The last time I saw him was from t...
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Lent: Mountains Were Mountains

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I looked out the kitchen window yesterday during a lull in the afternoon and observed that the sky was gray, the same color, and seemingly t...
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Fear of An Autistic Planet [Updated 2/6/15]

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I've been wonderin' why People livin' in fear Of my shade (Or my hi top fade) I'm not the one that's runnin' But th...
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A special-needs mother, Catholic revert, transplanted New Yorker, and musician with a doctorate trying to make sense of how I got from there to here.
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