As I’m listening to long-forgotten but amazingly familiar tunes, I’m remembering the high point of my visit to Dublin last week…
Equinox in the City That Lacks One
Of course equinoxes happen everywhere even in places that seem oblivious like midtown Manhattan where I’m roosting for a few days…
Me and Harry Belafonte
The role of popular performers in reshaping political opinions, especially for young people, has never been fully recognized.
Starting Something
I attended some of those early meetings, since my then-husband was one of the founding group, but I don’t remember venturing an opinion. In those days, the opinions of young women weren’t usually regarded.
Unbearable Truth
When I came out of the Roundabout Theatre production of Arthur Miller’s play, All My Sons, I immediately faced an unbearable truth.
Don’t Let Sex Distract You from the Revolution
The discussions about gender were more congenial to me than the groups that confronted the problems heterosexual relations posed for women committed to some form of the revolution.
We Dance
Walking back to my hotel through the nighttime madness and splendor of the city, I felt the hope that dancing always brings, the hope of not just enduring despair but leaping over it.
No Refuge but in Writing
I have been blessed this week by two immersions in the work of Tennessee Williams, a writer I’ve always adored.
Spring Has Sprung
I am fortunate on this visit to find the dampness of New York City a great relief after the deadly dryness and manifold allergies of the Southwest.
A Walker in the City
My visual recordings of New York City are written in words, not images, as part of my new venture which is called, “You Travel, You Write.”