The Spuds Will Bloom in Baile Beag
There’s a scene in Brian Friel’s iconic play Translations (1980) that seems to me to speak to our current moment.
A Gathering Quiet
Silence is now, for the moment anyhow, pervasive. It is a presence itself.
Unfunny April Fools’ Day in Poland
Apparently the Polish PM’s repeated mantras are not enough anymore.
Self-Help in the Time of Corona
No disease or infection is an “enemy” — for that very reason, we never become soldiers.
It’s Our Turn
How many N95 masks would $4.5 billion buy? Roughly 2.5 billion. The aircraft carrier sits in Guam, dead in the water.
A Music Critic in Quarantine
I haven’t felt much like listening to music, and it’s not because I don’t love music any more.
Protests Under Cover
At the moment, a virus which doesn’t distinguish Muslims or Hindus has provided me with the cover I need.
We Are All Gazans Now . . . Sort Of
Enforced social distancing and isolation are something my family and I have endured most of our lives.
Downtown Crossing, Easter 2020
1 in 3 of the unhoused population of Boston have tested positive. We offer handmade masks, hand sanitizer, symptom screening, and calls to medical teams.
Introduction to Volume 7
There were other things on these writers’ minds before the virus went viral.
Nothing Bad Has Ever Happened
The stories of the dead and the monuments commemorating them aren’t meant to end a conversation, but rather to launch one.
The Fog of Citizenship
Now that I am about to become an American, I wonder if I’m ready for such a commitment.
Place of Rest
I walk to the Mt. Auburn cemetery often to visit our plot, finding new and old friends among the dead.
I Bite My Tongue
I’d like to tell my 8 year old daughter that for some children, schools are their only protection.
The Same Thing, Only Different
We are perfectly free to think as long as we keep our thoughts to ourselves . . . and make sure they cannot escape.
The History Nigeria is Fighting to Erase
I belong to the generation unable to study an expurgated history of Nigeria.
Susan Sontag: Out and In
Sontag wasn't drawn to write about AIDS because she was (sometimes) homosexual, but because she had been thinking about the ways disease, including her own, is talked about.