And To The Republic For Which She Sits

And To the Republic For Which She Sits I was part of the Hell No We Won’t Go generation, 1968 when our resistance was focused on forcing the government to end the Vietnam War. We certainly did not invent mass protest, the proverbial petition in boots, but with...

Beach Reads and Other Sins

Graduate school is the incubator of snobbery, particularly in the arts. In graduate school I had professors who spoke of “lit-retch-ure” in a way that kicked sand in the face of anyone not certifiably gaga for Derrida. To indulge in a Beach Read—any work by a popular...

“I’d like to thank…..”

Acknowledgments Dedications are short and sweet. Acknowledgments are long and fulsome, even tedious, but I always read them. Acknowledgments offer a glimpse into the writer’s process. Who offered advice and direction? Who granted them time or money? Who ferreted about...