Endless Sunday: Coronavirus and the End of Place

Endless Sunday: Coronavirus and the End of Place

Every day is Sunday. The parking lot at the busiest commuter station in Mass Bay Transit Authority’s light rail system is vacant except for one Honda and one Subaru Impreza. The streets are deserted under the glorious sun of a New England spring day. There will be a...
Politics In a Dark Place

Politics In a Dark Place

If the war between the supporters of Democratic Party candidates Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders this week demonstrated anything, it is that politics is not rational. However, the fatal weakness of the American left is that we believe otherwise. Our tragic...
Confronting the Star Wars Myth

Confronting the Star Wars Myth

I had come to a multiplex in the Boston suburbs on Christmas morning expecting to enjoy a movie alone, or at very least in the company of only a handful of non-Christian refugees from the barrage of Yuletide cheer. I was wrong; the screening room was packed with...
Navigating the Festival of Lights

Navigating the Festival of Lights

“And now, Matthew will come up and tell us about Chanukah,” Miss Shultz said. “It’s the Jewish Christmas.” I froze in my chair, looking straight ahead at my teacher’s expectant smile. I felt the eyes of my second-grade classmates boring into me. It was one of those...
Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

I feel closer to my father in early November than at any other time of the year. It was always then, in late autumn – when the fallen leaves lay in deep mats, or raked into towering piles in the parks and yards of Montreal, following the first killing frosts, and just...