Apparently some of you were offended by the fact that I teared up during Hillary Clinton's speech yesterday. For the record, I didn't tear up over Big Brown's loss in the Belmont Stakes, though maybe that's because good old reliable Time Warner chose to kill off cable to the entire...

As Hillary Clinton spoke, my son, Nick, who is 16, came into the living room, saw what I was watching and asked if Clinton had officially announced her withdrawal. I nodded, unable to speak, and he noticed for the first time that there were tears on my cheeks.

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Eighteen months ago in Miami I watched the locomotive known as Barack Obama come grinding to a halt on the subject of same-sex marriage.

It was mid-November 2006 and the Illinois senator was days away from declaring his candidacy for the Democratic presidential nomination. He had just published "The Audacity...

"The author documents the disturbing facts on today's college campuses and in the high schools. Although more American women have been going to college . . . than ever before, fewer of them were going on from college to become physicists, philosophers, poets, doctors, lawyers, stateswomen, social pioneers or even...

A few words in defense of political correctness: Let's acknowledge that casual bigotry is at least as evil as the overt kind and that a good argument could be made that it's more so. Casual bigotry is the door cracked open just enough to let its more vicious relative...

Kevin Spacey is frequently mesmerizing as Jim Tyrone, the soused soul at the center of A Moon for the Misbegotten. Spacey is an actor playing an actor in this Broadway revival, imported from London, and so it's not surprising that he draws on a well-packed bag of actorly tricks.

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I was the last reporter hired by A.M. Rosenthal at The New York Times. Late in the summer of 1986, Abe greeted me in his office and asked me about myself. The meeting was pro forma; I'd already been passed up the editorial ladder -- from the cultural news editor...

The thing about having friends house sit is that no matter how careful you are, you never know what they'll turn up, or what conclusions they'll draw. When my wife and I returned from a long weekend away and were having lunch with our friend Genie, who'd been taking care...

Maybe it's rude to speak ill of the dead, but it's ruder still to speak falsely of them. Wendy Wasserstein, who died last week at 55, deserves better than to be remembered only for her facile wit, her infectious laughter, and her stalwart devotion to a legion of friends (wonderful...

Addressing his staff via e-mail last Friday, New York Times executive editor Bill Keller separated himself from Judith Miller with surgical precision. He wrote that had he known a year ago what he knows now -- i.e., that Miller was a Bush administration tool (in his words, "that Judy had...