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Joan WickershamBoston Globe |
Everyday life is being turned into a series of anxious questions.
Wallace Stevens’ dreamlike poem about a rabbit at dusk still resonates.
In moments of grief, celebration, and protest, being one more body in the room can mean more than we realize.
People who are appalled, angry, and frightened are saying "We have to do something."
‘The Dead’ movie matches Joyce’s story, and both have a deep reverence for the everyday.
Cribbage requires humility, an understanding that all players are equals, and an implicit faith that even though it may take a while, the pendulum...
Awkward questions and even more awkward silences.
Being constantly on the phone in the city takes us out of the city.
Icarus Google search: “how close to sun can I fly before wings melt.”
Willa Cather’s “Two Friends” elegantly describes how political rifts broke the bond of two friends in 1890s Kansas.
I was humbled by a demure-looking piece of clay.
‘This is a moral moment,’ he said in his 25-hour speech to the Senate. ‘It’s not left or right. It’s right or wrong.’
Fairy tales once promised that when greed, arrogance, and vanity get out of hand, there’s a certain justice in the universe that steps in. What we...
Even though the music is old, Boston Baroque’s sound is exhilaratingly lithe and fresh.
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