A tear-drenched tissue — do I put it in the trash? Or into the recycle bin? I wondered, I’m widowed: are my tears recyclable? Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
Writing Retreat Report — I Got Some Work Done. Thanks for Holding Me Accountable
On my retreat I discovered that those columns I wrote as a young mom back in the 20th century have a lot to say to the 21st century. Read more.
Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill, Jon and Me
Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill, Jon and me — contemplating the perils and pleasures of office romance in the era of #metoo. Read more.
Kids Who Cheat. And Those Who Don’t
Kids who cheat and those who don’t: My husband was disturbed by what he saw — some kids playing touch football at the park, cheating. Read more.
The Night I Forgot to Make Dinner — A Rerun From the Archives
I planned a nice candlelit evening for my husband for that night, just as I’d dreamed of doing as a girl. Except I forgot to make the dinner. Read more.
The Feminine Feminist — An Oxymoron?
The feminine feminist — is she a contradiction in terms? Can a woman wear pink to the boardroom? Inch-long fingernails to the track meet? Read more.