05.19.2010
BEST LAID PLANS often go awry, especially in a house that shelters a seven-year-old boy. Well, let it be said: a seven-year-old boy plus a forty-something man, plus me—the only one here with double-X chromosomes and plummeting estrogen levels. Sometimes the plan is for nothing other than a calm morning or evening, and yet . . [...]
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04.01.2010
THE RED FALLS. In Greek you say Kokkinopefti, and this very literal, symbolic description serves as one popular name for the day, Holy Thursday. The red comes down, washing what it may. In this case, eggs for Easter.
In Greece on Great Thursday—what some call Maundy Thursday in English (and which, when I was little, I heard [...]
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