LAURIE: I was raised comfortably but decidedly middle class in far upstate New York, and for some reason my sense of what things should cost is hopelessly stuck in the dying-industrial-landscape, cyanide-in-the-Tylenol vacuum of 1983: new cars are $5,000, shoes and pants are $20, and a three-bedroom house with a 2-car garage and an acre Read More
By any measure, the tiny slice of ocean on which I spend
July and August is a corner of paradise. It’s my aural environment, my sensurround: I listen day and night to its restless,
constantly changing song, from even-tempered purr to the angry thrashing of a
storm. And when I say day and night, I Read More
I was admitted to Babies Hospital at around 3 P.M. on a Wednesday: Room 811, Bed 1. The last time I had spent a night in that hospital, or any hospital, was almost 18 years ago when I was born in Babies Hospital. I met my roommate, a 13-year-old boy named Ryan recovering from chest Read More
