Diary

Excessively personal and biographical remarks and reminiscences.

My father died on June 16 at the age of 90. I have relied on his memoirs — the first, which covers the first half of his life, is a wonderfully…
I’ve realized over time that this blog, while implicitly autobiographical, has a small set of essays that are explicitly so. I’ve decided to make this a…
Public domain bios, such as on LinkedIn or a company web site, can be very misleading. If you looked at my LinkedIn bio, for example, you might come…
My Father’s Passing A few months ago, I wrote about my father’s life. In writing that obituary, I realized that the 41 years he spent in the Indian Air…
Issues of identity are front and center in our time. Old certainties are, for some, antique; and for others, they represent the one thing to hold on to…
Earlier this week I took the GRE. I'm middle aged, not going to grad school (well, not any time soon), this is an extraordinarily busy time for me, it's…
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its…
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