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“Here we are in Martinique,” the man said. He was standing at the window with his hands in his hip pockets, looking out at the green lawn and the deep woods beyond.
By Robert WalterJune 1992At fifty-five, I look back on a life so complicated that had I set out to make things hard for myself, I couldn’t have done a better job.
By Alan BrilliantJune 1992Bringing someone back to life, going through fertility treatments, spending more time with family
By Our ReadersJune 1992March 1992Nor is it certain how long you will live. . . . Your life is like the flame of a butter lamp in a hurricane, a bubble on water, or a drop of dew on a blade of grass.
Kalu Rinpoche
Sister Marion is a principal of a Catholic school. The fastest 56-year-old woman in the world, she is appropriately referred to as “The Flying Nun.”
By Etta ClarkMarch 1992We sit in the sunlit breakfast room of our apartment, in white terry-cloth robes that have our initials monogrammed in navy just above our hearts.
By Susan Wolf JohnsonMarch 1992A drawing on a napkin, a motorcycle helmet, a sound never heard before
By Our ReadersMarch 1992An eclipse, a single gardenia and an avocado, a fine blue Cadillac
By Our ReadersDecember 1991It bothers me to age; I won’t deny that. I am bothered by what time does to my notions of invincibility. I am not bothered by the inability to remember — but by the inability to forget.
By Ignacio SchwartzMay 1991Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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