Columnists

   I was thoroughly puzzled when my husband, Chris, came home one night recently carrying a gigantic bag full of lima beans. He launched into a story about how his father had brought home unshucked limas once a year, and how — in...
   A friend of mine who has a friend in Vegas who’s a bookie told me an interesting story the other day.     He said his bookie friend had said that if Romney and Ryan win, my friend should pay for his round of golf...
   Many of my 1,214 Facebook friends have told me that they wish their lives were like mine, and I agree, I wish my life was like mine, too — as it appears on Facebook. Days are filled with beach walks, boating, and hula hoops, and...
   My son, Ellis, and I spent a few minutes one afternoon this week gathering great handfuls of eelgrass and making a quick pile of it after Saturday’s hard northwest wind pushed long lines of the stuff on the bay beach near our...
   Amid all the acrimonious and confusing debate about health care as election rhetoric rises to a fever pitch, one fact is indisputable:     Medicaid “is the only safety net for millions of middle-class people...
   To the marriage of true minds I admitted an impediment on our 28th anniversary, unaccountably forgetting to give Mary a card, a failure of the heart rendered all the more stark when I saw, in her card, that she’d opened her...
   A black guy walks in to a high-end hair salon in the Hamptons. . . .     That’s as far as I’ve gotten in my attempt to formulate a joke about my experience. But maybe it’s funny enough as it is.
   September comes, and like many others, I find myself almost subconsciously taking stock of the preceding months. The impulse may have roots in an agrarian past, idealized perhaps, in which we counted up the season’s harvests,...
   It’s high summer and I’m apologizing about once or twice a week to people whom I’ve slighted either by commission or omission.     What was it a sports psychologist told me once? That the pros didn...