On this day of fasting and atonement, some judicial politics:
Hovering over the judicial elections this year is the federal lawsuit that could do away with the judicial conventions, which is where county leaders basically pick judges. With the lawsuit in review, the last thing a party wants to do is be seen Read More
We first saw them one February, scampering around the kitchen, venturing shyly into the living room, squeaking in the emerald-green Victorian couch. Big eyes. Big ears. They were like greeting-card mice, as adorable as Steiff toys.
Nevertheless, they were mice, and they had to go. I got a big hatbox, cut a hole, added some Read More
KARA: “So,” my bridesmaid Joy begins, a sinister twinkle in her eye, “how well do you really know Brian?” She unfolds a wrinkled list of Brian’s deepest, darkest secrets.
We’re halfway through my bridal shower. Having had a few glasses of Chardonnay, I’m not intimidated by this quiz. I know all the dirt, even Read More
ERICA: “Stanley Rosenfeld called me at the office to tell me how much he loved your save-the-dates and Stanley likes NOTHING!” reported Greg’s dad.
“Aunt Sadie went BERZERK! NUTS!” recounted Greg’s mom.
OK, so I never meant to put anyone in the loony bin, but the event planner/control freak/every detail must be bangin’ gremlin Read More
On the Saturday evening before Yom Kippur, a hundred or so Muslim men sat on the carpeted floor of a mosque in Paterson, N.J., before a bearded, ponytailed Manhattan attorney named Stanley Cohen.
“In the beginning, I would like to introduce Mr. Stanley Cohen by dialing a number I have with me,” said Magdy Mahmoud, Read More
The fourth floor of the Madison Avenue Brooks Brothers is
deserted this Thursday afternoon, except for the idling salesmen-a slightly
withered collection of Old World retainer types, each wielding the time-honored
grimace of dispassionate servitude. One glimpse at me, stepping off the elevator
in my Gap knockoffs from Conway, and their eyes wander over my Read More
The first thing you notice in Stanley Kunitz’s studio in his Cape Cod house is not the greenish Hermes 3000 typewriter, nor the narrow cot in the corner, nor even the long shelf of poetry that lines the wall. These are ordinary objects to be found in any writer’s study. What makes Mr. Kunitz’s room Read More