The ties that bind
In my memory, Valentine’s Day doesn’t taste like Godiva chocolate, but like the humble flour-and-water adhesive my mother concocted in the kitchen each February.
In my memory, Valentine’s Day doesn’t taste like Godiva chocolate, but like the humble flour-and-water adhesive my mother concocted in the kitchen each February.
The coming of age film is a nuanced exploration of the way both lesser and better angels exist in all of us.
Helmed by a British director, the Amazon series is untroubled by cultural coercion to protect myths and faux history of the American West.
Mental health is trending, and TV programming is catching up with varying degrees of seriousness and a seemingly shared message.
Netflix’s “Firefly Lane” honors friendship but leans into stereotypes.
I just baked 12 dozen Christmas cookies for no one. I do the baking every year; the “no one” part I’m still getting used to. When I ran a magazine, I’d make a batch of these each December week and bring them in on Mondays for the staff. A junior editor who became a senior […]
This December week, I received precisely one dozen Christmas cards.
I give bad gifts. Size 5 shoes to size 11 feet. Yogurt makers to the lactose intolerant. Diaries to the discreet. Sheet music to the relentlessly tone deaf. It’s not that I am thoughtless—I’m thinking, I’m thinking, believe me. It’s just that I have this holiday weakness of idealizing my friends and family, sometimes to […]