How Lucky We Are To Be Alive Right Now

Here we are, the ass-end of another year. I sat down yesterday to write about Salome and her veils. Then I re-read 2016’s year-end post. Apparently I had the same idea last year. Always ahead of myself, it would seem. And forever forgetting it. I expected I would endeth the year in much the same…

Mothers: We Get the Job Done

I remember making a quip a long time ago about sending a mother in to negotiate peace in the Middle East. I was mostly joking. Mostly. There are times when I watch, in aghast amusement as football tournaments blunder along, as team travel plans are made at the last possible minute, ensuring confusion and delay,…

Best of Men and Best of Husbands

Occasionally people ask me if I hate men. Playing a feminist version of the old “Bloody Mary” game of slumber parties past, I’ve stood with eyes squeezed shut and asked a mirror the same question. “Do I hate men?” “Do I hate men?” “Do I hate men?” When I’ve opened my eyes, the answer is…