Women Who Don’t Burn

Not that long ago a friend pulled me aside and said, “You know, if you lived a few centuries ago, I think you’d have been burned at the stake.” It was meant as a compliment, and I took it as one. Because what he meant was that outspoken women, loud women, women who didn’t sit…

A Word to Progressives

There’s a story I’ve been telling recently I think bears repeating. A year or two before my son started school, there was a buzz. Word on the playground was that a momentum was building. A group of neighborhood parents, priced out of NYC private schools and frustrated at the lackluster performance of the local public schools,…

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President, You won! Congratulations. Now that you’ve installed yourself in the Oval Office and surrounded yourself with a cabinet that appears to be mined from the nightmares of the liberal left, a few things, if I may. Please don’t speak of the MAJORITY. The fact is, the majority of Americans voted against you. Sure,…

American Elegy

This is not an elegy for America, the beautiful; America land of the free. It’s not an elegy for  geography, latitude and longitude, tectonic ’tis of thee. The land, blooded and let, bartered for pretty trinkets, stolen for a woolen blanket and a few bottles of booze–she will remain. Purple mountains majesty, fruited plains. Red…