Their letters give us what we’d yearned for: reassurance that they both fully loved us, and once fully loved each other.
Barbara Beckwith writes articles and essays on topics ranging from white privilege and prejudice, to body basics, bliss and blues.
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The man I married is Jewish but doesn’t worry about prejudice. He just gets on with his life.
A brief cultural history of the gaze.
Are we all so in love with rags-to-riches narratives that we turn our forebears into archetypes? And what happens when, inevitably, they fall to earth?
The challenge of taking action toward a goal that may never be reached.
Necking in high school gave me clues, like that boys break into a sweat and squirm mightily after a few minutes of kissing.
My cheeks would swell, my skin turn slippery, and I’d find myself suddenly annoyed with whoever I was with at the time.
One thing I’ve re-learned, too late in my life to do anything about, is that sunbathing is bad for pale skin.