This in the spirit of Rosh Hashanah and new beginnings:

When I first met my friend Bryan he was a chubby-cheeked member of the Advanced Placement English class I taught in my years as a high school teacher. A lot has happened in his life since those schoolboy years,...

Years ago, John Updike had a short story in The New Yorker about the death of a tall and salty woman who anyone familiar with his work could tell was his mother.

I knew it was his. I also knew he lived not 30 miles from me because my...

It looks like Caroline might not get the nod for Hilary's old seat after all, in which case I feel for her, as one who was constantly getting passed over and ditched by the big kids. "All right, you can play Hide and Seek with us but you have to...

You couldn't go anywhere these last weeks without seeing the Red, White and Blue on cocktail napkins, shot glasses, plastic beer steins ... why not? Who wouldn't want to toast the birthday of a place so diverse that nobody living more than 50 miles in from the coat of Massachusetts...