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…
Reflections: Playing whack-a-mole
Aging is the subject of constant comments, either bemoaning it, embracing it, or something in between. I have always liked the comparison of aging…
Reflections: Get thee to bed
Well, it’s fall, and all good gardens are supposed to go to bed now, all clean, warm, and comfy and having had a bedtime…
First-ever LWV Civics Cup challenges Harvard teens’ knowledge of civics and history
A recent survey shows that most American adults have forgotten a lot of what they learned about U.S. government and history while they were…
Reflections: Why I’m not running for president
I’ve decided not to run for president. Not because I’m too old and clueless but because my past would be investigated. I’ve seen it…
Reflections: It wasn’t always all about the turkey
I grew up in Connecticut, with a brother three years older than I. My mom had no siblings, but my dad had a brother…
Back in the Day: A class of only 33
In 1966, Harvard was a country town. Ours was a class of 33, divided into the A group and the B group; the A’s…
Reflections: Aging out of the flea market
Unfortunately, there are countless ways in which I am reminded that I am getting old. Some are tangible and horrifying—like looking in the mirror—while…
Reflections: Dear Future Me … a letter to be opened next June
Dear Future Me: I know you’re busy, so I’ll get right to the point. It’s June again, and whether you are ready to admit…
Reflections: Déjà vu again in the garden
“I thought I was going to help you plant those three things you bought last week.” Shaking dirt from my hands, I look up…
