October 2011
2 posts
David Shields on the sexiest thing a husband can...
When I come home, flush with all this new semi-insider gossip, my wife, Laurie, startles me by saying that during the first couple of months of my sabbatical, when I was home all the time, there had been “no energy in the house” and how grateful she is that I’m finally doing something “purposeful” in public. One can forget this or disguise it or pretend it isn’t...
Michelle Mirsky on kamikaze missions in death, sex...
In the space of My Darkest Year, in no particular order, these things happened. My younger son died. My marriage ended. A rabbi and renowned jazz musician whom I’d only met once performed my son’s funeral. People applauded. I fell in love with a blond poet suffering from PTSD. It didn’t work out. My divorce was granted. The only Jewish funeral director in town admitted to me, unbidden, that her...
