On the East Coast, the glory of fall is stunning. Trees burn in technicolor, issuing flames that herald resurrection instead of doom. It is not a forest fire; it is the world, changing. And if you love baseball, this season is also the best season.
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Welcome to the first—official!—day of autumn. Sweaters, rejoice! Perhaps that explains the nightmare I had yesterday: I traveled from a post-apocalyptic…
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It is with great humility, and not an undue amount of apology, that I confess: I have succumbed to Bridgerton. Last week, I learned that fan videos such…
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As a general rule, I do not converse with foxes. Though our meetings are rare, and brief when they occur, I have never been able to shake the sense that…
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This week’s newsletter is short and sweet, in part because last week’s was not so short or so sweet; and also, I think we all deserve the magic of Juan…
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At some point in the last year and a half, I learned that it’s helpful to take your body off the bathroom floor and put it on the couch. There, your…
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featuring Sir Paul McCartney
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A few weeks ago, I was walking in my neighborhood when a backwards baseball cap decided to let me know it was a YALE FEMINIST. I’m rarely convinced by…
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