One of those rare fortuitous meetings that make life so interesting occurred in the fall in a hallway at the New York Society Library, my home away from home in that city.
Why Do Women Have to Be Nice?
O’Keeffe’s assertion of ownership of a mountain is outrageous and refreshingly so, in itself affirming that she was not a “nice woman.”
The Double Cottonwood
I find myself involved in three groups to my great pleasure and satisfaction, this after many decades avoiding groups as a waste of time.
Moulded By New York City?
The city has a way of enforcing its rules on the unwary that even the Wall Street protesters might find oppressive: a way of dressing that implies a way of being, a way of talking that depends on a certain kind of conformity—the reason, in addition to the expense of living here, that writers and artists get out.