I’m an Anglophile. I like repression, I suppose, depth under calm facades. My favorite writers—Austen, Dickens, Penelope Fitzgerald, Jane Gardam, David Mitchell, Barbara Pym, Andrea Levy to name a few—have always been Brits, and now my favorite education secretary—if one can admit to such pedantic tastes—is English as well. British education secretary Michael Gove […]
MoreLast Friday night my youngest daughter went to her first high school dance. Her date was a boy whose mother died when he was three, a fact which partly explains his unusual attire. All the other boys wore prep-school navy blue blazers, khakis and loafers; he sported an ill-fitting tuxedo, black skater sneakers and a […]
MoreSpotlight on another gift today, one that my mother gave me a few months ago, a gift that was unconnected to any celebration. How wonderful is that! To my list of what kind of gifts are best, add the following: a gift given for no reason other than the giver thought the recipient would really […]
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