7+4+5, or, Happy Purim.

Yes, it’s snowing copiously in New York City.  Yes, it is March.  Yes, it is Purim, and I wore no costume, consumed no sugar cookies, did not play Purim BINGO (P, Haman’s horse; U, Grager).  Did I tell truth to power?  Nah.  Still, I had a great day. Anecdote: Yesterday one of my students hosted […]

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19 Days, That’s What I Said

Hello from the Atlanta airport.  My flight has been delayed two and one half hours. We are still going to be all right. I paid a nice lady to massage my shoulders. I got a latte.  I am pretending I am “having coffee,” sacred ritual of coffee and reading and writing.  They have a stool […]

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Vingt Jours

Funerals done (we did two in two locations), I am hoping March is kinder to me than February was. I always hate February, this February challenged me in unusual ways.  More intensely bad, also more intensely sweet. You think I like intensity, I do, still, it was a lot for even me.  Flying across half […]

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