Reflections: Gifts for no one
As part of my New York Times online subscription, I get something called Wirecutter, which recommends various commercial products. Naturally they have a list…
Reflections: On Worth
For at least 12 years on Wednesday afternoons, I sat across from him at the big table in the Press office on the third…
Reflections: Zoomed out
I’m so tired of seeing her, I can hardly stand it. I try not to look, but it’s like looking away from the scene…
Reflections: Planning by the numbers
It isn’t often that you get to be an architect, a town planner, and a landscape designer all in the span of 15 minutes…
Reflections: A Halloween without warts
I feel sorry for the hundreds of kids who can’t be out trick-or-treating in town center this year. But I feel just as sorry for…
Reflections: The imperfect escape
My son caught me crying at her funeral. “I just don’t understand why she had to die. And in such an awful way. Why…
Reflections: What’s in a name
She was, without a doubt, one of the cutest participants in Bromfield’s Class of 2020 parade. That evening of June 5, she was in…
Reflections: OK with being me
Throughout my life I have often felt inadequate and a bit guilty being just me. I have wanted to be a different kind of…
Reflections: My 20 seconds of TV fame
Who knew a day could go so quickly from the sublime to the ridiculous? Sunday, Feb. 2, my friend S picked me up to…
Reflections: The grammar police
Being part of the grammar police has always been difficult work. As an English teacher who respected the norms of language, I tried to…
Reflections: The impossible reunion
Among the three or four L.L. Bean catalogs piled on my “antique side table” (an overturned wooden box, the nails of which keep popping…
