Happy Fourth of July

It’s that day of the year when I get all sappy and red and white and blue and I don’t care who thinks I’m corny or what stranger shushes me when I sing the Star Spangled Banner in public (that actually happened to me once!). But let’s talk about why we get all gooey over…

not walking in mother walker’s shoes

Here is a sensitive, richly stated response from Phyllis Chesler to Rebecca Walker’s letter. I want to draw special attention to the following (although it’s certainly not the most revealing or original of Chesler’s many insights): The children of greatly talented public figures, as Alice surely is, are often sacrificed to the Great Work. The…

21st Century Lost and Found

I had dinner tonight with a friend I haven’t seen since high school two decades ago.  In some ways, it was as if we simply picked up where we left off. For all the morphing we’ve done over the years — the lessons learned, the fears conquered, the mellowing of egos, the strangely liberating acceptance…