Pens and Swords

As proven once again this week, the sharp crack of gunfire and the rattling of sabers is no match for the sound of pencils and pens scratching ideas and ideals across parchment. Whether your power comes from word or picture, essay or cartoon, as the symbol of this week’s tributes of solidarity have shown, the pen remains,…

The Greatest American Hero

There was a time not that long ago when stories about America were stories of discovery, of  exploration, of destiny. There was a time when stories about America were of the land: the rich, fertile soil of the Great Plains, the snow-capped peaks of mountain ranges in the west, the sun-kissed steel of skyscraper girders…

Practically Perfect in Every Way

As I was frantically leafing through my copy of How to Talk so Kids will Listen to find out just how to address my five year-old who was draped over the kitchen chair accusing his brother of torturing him with a banana, I realized that my father would have simply walked to the telephone, picked…

Happily Ever After and Other Urban Myths

I was never a Cinderella girl.  Never a fairy princess dresser or a tutu wearer or a tiara dreamer.  Never big on unicorns or rainbows or frills, though I did harbor a desire to be a Rockette for a while, but I think that was mostly due to my height and the fact that I…