

Essays
A collection of writings spanning 2004 to 2025, originally published in The American Magazine.
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The vision
Read more: The visionA visionary choice for a man falling from grace, and relevance. There are times when the only way for a major religious figure to make an impact that acknowledges the demands of a fast-changing world as well as his paramount place within it cannot be connected to doctrine. Anyone contemplating…
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Rasputin, smiling
Read more: Rasputin, smilingFor Monti, a world of trouble; for Berlusconi, little to lose. Italy is two worlds, the first an all-ages, working class stew whose education mostly tops out with high school; the second a mostly male elite that can’t get enough of Anglo-American academic credentials paraded trophy wife-style. The first group…
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Pajamas
Read more: PajamasHerman Kahn, 1922-1983, the Overkill Man. My Cold War life was a three-part harmony. First came fallout shelter drills at school. The bell rang three times and we’d be escorted to the dank basement — NO TALKING! — and huddled like gerbils. The second was making plastic models, in my…
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Dear Mr. Rossellini
Read more: Dear Mr. RosselliniRossellini and Bergman in 1951. Afriend of mine who is a beautiful woman makes me wonder what happened to beautiful women. Not hotties. Not babes. Not even the broads of another time. Where in the wounded world of language has beautiful gone off to die? Traces remain of it remain…
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The horror
Read more: The horrorFacebook Ads alert: Your ad wasn’t approved… Internet decency — and how it applies to Facebook is particular — is a sticky wicket, a vintage term once applied to cricket ball’s behavior on a soggy field. Wetness made caroms capricious. The web is similarly capricious. What is decent to some…
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Motherhood
Read more: MotherhoodA mother’s “do not disturb” signs sometimes needs extra emphasis. Ipulled the tail of the cat and it replied with a quick right hook that pawed a deep gash into my palm from which blood bubbled up like a gusher. I wailed and slapped the cat. It hissed and darted…











