J was my husband’s college roommate and the two have been very close since then. In fact J and his wife K are among our closest friends – we’ve vacationed and travelled abroad together, traditionally spend New Year’s Eve as a foursome, and are always there to share each others’ joys and sorrows. Yet although I love J, he once did something I found hard to forgive. It was many summers ago and we were spending the weekend at J and K’s house in the country. It was...
Archive - August 2014
Walking down a tree-lined block in the East 80s the other day I passed a brownstone with a pretty patio fronting the street. There on a small table someone had left an open book. Always curious about what others are reading, I looked through the wrought iron gate to see the title — it was Beryl Markham’s 1942 memoir, West with the Night. You may know of Markham, the British-born Kenyan aviator who in 1936 became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic. A free...