The news this past week has been fraught with questions about travel and safety. Rick Santorum took a pot shot, implying that President Obama is an irresponsible parent for allowing his daughter to travel to Mexico (with 25 security guards and her school) in light of the State Department warning...

It is difficult to resist the temptation to compare, if not the style of poems, then simply the location of Mary Mackey's The Sugar Zone to Elizabeth Bishop's series, Questions of Travel, written during her fifteen years in Brazil.

From Bishop's The Riverman:

They gave me a shell of...

Elizabeth Rosner's Novels

Much research, science and love has been devoted to the enterprise of solving the problem of intergenerational resentment. There are therapy groups for children of Nazis and Holocaust survivors as well as for other historically antagonistic groups. The work is ever evolving, and ever critical; 70 years...

By her own admission, Ellen Sussman has always been bad. But how exactly does 'bad' play out when one is a mother, a wife, and of 'a certain age'? Through art, of course.

In Bad Girls: 26 Writers Misbehave Ellen shared the story of ripping her clothes off to jump...

Midnight In Paris, Woody Allen's latest movie, romanticizes the City of Light to the point of nostalgia. This is not the Paris of the 3rd millennium, but the Paris of every writer's dream.

Paris is a gem. The film opens with perfect vistas; a golden lit Pont Neuf, Bateau Mouches...

Six weeks after my mother passed away I was scheduled for a lodge-to-lodge hiking trip through the Rogue River Wilderness in Southern Oregon with five women friends. As our departure date neared, I began equivocating. I was tired, and grieving, but the truth was, I was scared: what would my...

About a year ago, I caught book group fever. An avid reader, I had never been part of a book group. I listened wistfully to friends' recounting of lively conversations over shared meals, envying the breadth of titles discussed by readers expert in a wide variety of subjects. It was...