Margaret's Essays
Why the Hippies are Topical: How Writing About a Historical Time Can Make a Writer Ask— Can We Really Make a Better World?
Years ago, in my heady youth, I reconnected with a guy I’d worked with on the student newspaper. We went away for a weekend.
Little Women turned me into a writer. I identified with Meg but longed to be Jo.
The other night I settled down to watch a courtroom drama. In the story, defense attorneys in a gun violence case try to bribe a jury.
Little Women turned me into a writer. I identified with Meg but longed to be Jo.
My mother Ruth was sixty-nine when Alzheimer’s began its leisurely, vicious, search-and-destroy ransack of her brain.
In Jabiru, just before the wet season made tempers rise, there were complaints.