By: Glenn John Arnowitz I traded in my wife’s “cancer card” for a DW card, or “dead wife” card. Let me explain. In 2014, I shared Susan Guber’s irreverent piece in The New York Times, “Living with Cancer: Playing the…
By Yearn Hong Choi My first Christmas in Bloomington, Indiana in 1968 was most unforgettable. Professor William J. Siffin, who created the Scholars of Comparative Administration Group (CAG) in the 1960s, invited me to his home on Christmas Eve. A…
By: Ram Govardhan “No country other than India, and no religion other than Hinduism could have produced a Gandhi.” This assertion, by a London newspaper, echoes the romantic view of the world that India was always a land of ahimsa….
By: Jon Knox Casually, but impeccably dressed, Gina pulls her new BMW into the parking lot of Houston’s most respected preschool, and emerges with her three-year-old daughter, Mandy. After goodbye hugs, kisses and a brief chat with other moms, Gina…
By: Eliza Mimski Five years ago, before I had hip replacement surgery at age 66, my hip had gotten so funky that I could only walk with crutches. Sometimes it was so bad that I had to climb two flights…
By: Andrew Campbell I had always thought of myself as one who wasn’t tied down or dependent on anything, but as I sat in the driver seat of a lifeless semi-truck, I came to realize that I wasn’t as free…
By: Cynthia Pitman Death is a liar. I know. Almost fifty years ago, my father died. He was buried on a hot Friday in August. I remember looking at my future husband beside me at the funeral. He was sweating wildly….
By Robert Steward Bromley, England 1999 I parked my white Mini in the forecourt of the Bromley adult education centre in Nightingale Lane. I took my shoulder bag from the passenger seat, got out the car and locked the door….
By Dan Brooks My olfactory senses have never been great. The running joke in our house is that when people talk about hints of spices in the nose of a wine, or a particular herb in a sauce, I shrug…
By: Nell Cunningham There is a picture of us. It is September 14, 2002, our wedding day. I am thirty-seven and you are thirty. It is just after dinner, nearly time for us to leave the head table and take…