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  • My Long Overdue Love Letter to Leonard Cohen

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Now, in Ten New Songs’ ‘Alexandra Leaving,’ Cohen has ‘transposed’ Cavafys’s great lyric about courageous resignation, dignity in defeat, from Marc Antony, on the eve of his and Cleopatra’s death in Alexandria, to…

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  • “My” Sandusky

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “I sit on the sofa with my husband, watching news of Sandusky’s decades-long abuse of boys in his care and, at 60, am right back there in Dr. B’s bedroom, right back there…

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  • Why This Old Broad Loves Baseball (& Her Father-in-Law)

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “Only Savage could go after baseball, for Chissakes. Baseball! OK, this is a man who called Supreme Court Justice Sotomayor ‘a stone-hearted racist and a narcissist’—you’ve got to give the guy high marks…

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  • Erotic Novel Author Tapes Her Own Audiobook

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “At age 59, when I wrote the book, My Dears, I never imagined that I would actually, one day, have to read it. Aloud. In a studio the size of a coat closet.…

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  • Giving In To Grace & Giving Freud a Rest

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    So . . . am I a good giver, or a bad giver? Do I give in hope of return (whatever the form), or do I give as a tiny manifestation of Grace,…

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  • Looking Ridiculous, Giggling & Flailing on the Yoga Mat

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “I do my best writing with the eraser-end of the pencil. I achieve my best asana, my most perfected Yoga positions; after much tomfoolery and tinkering.” Elizabeth Boleman-Herring Ruminant With A View by…

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  • Letter from a Nouveau Pauvre

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “In Teaneck, New Jersey alone, where I live at present (beached, as it were), fully half the town’s businesses have closed. And a goodly portion of those still open—diners that haven’t lifted their…

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  • An End to Wanting Things

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “A true Southern Belle, she would not consider divorce. And so, retreating into her pain, she began to surround herself, more and more, with ‘things.’ Like a bird nesting amongst monstrous thorns, living…

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  • Writing, Not Even for Peanuts, in the 21st Century

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    “My greatest and yet most horrible gift is the selfsame one vouched Cassandra: I read the writing on walls waaaaay before the fact. I see, smell, taste what is coming. And I respond,…

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  • Sitting In The Dark

    Elizabeth Boleman-Herring

    Ruminant With A View by Elizabeth Boleman-Herring “Over a year ago, I foresaw clearly that Greece, my second homeland, would lose at least a generation—two, most probably. It would lose—to suicide, slow starvation,…

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