A Wrinkle in Time (and its sequels, A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet) featured the first fictional protagonist I found who I wholly identified with: the bespectacled, brave, brilliant, mousy-haired Meg Murry. Meg made smart cool.
A slight digression
I mentally promised myself, when I began blogging under my own name and for professional purposes, that I would avoid talking politics in this forum. Easier said than done. However, without prejudice or commentary, I would like to set a brief call-and-respond.
Normalization of Worldwide Standard of Beauty
Discuss. Luis Acosta/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images (in today’s New York Times)
When Opportunity Knocks, it Sometimes Gets Pushy.
I had a spectacular time at Patrick’s wedding last weekend. The weather in Maryland was beautiful (very hot!), and it was wonderful to see friends who moved away from Boston years ago, all in one place, all celebrating two people so dear to us. I also had a chance to get to know some friends better, and to meet some great kids who I hadn’t crossed paths with yet in Boston.
The clothes make the man, but the women make the clothes.
In my last post, I promised a movie review, and delivered a tangent. You only might get the movie review today, but I’m entering it through a tangent, and bonus book review or two. My friend Emily had the most religious upbringing of anyone I know. This is in part because Floridian black Baptists and Irish Catholics were vying for her soul.

