“If my life is a horror flick—and I am now not entirely certain it is not—last fall marked the moment in the plot when a wise voice (off camera) should have intoned, “I…

“A tama, a heart-stone, a tiny and very old Greek donkey blanket (upon which all these redolent objects rest): these are the things I took away with me over 63 years, to amuse,…

“From the very beginning—my father, a lay analyst, went to Greece in 1961, to set up a graduate school of Social Work at Pierce College, and to write a book about college-age women…

“He had cheated death so long, so well, so cleverly, the many scars on his fine body notwithstanding, that perhaps he imagined our new love would only comprise some added protection, some additional…

The Visitors’ Book (or Silva Rerum): An Erotic Fable A Novel by Elizabeth Boleman-Herring The number of women who have written bravura erotic masterpieces may be counted on one digit-challenged hand. Another, however,…

“So. Add to all this mayhem (me, packing books and paintings and china, and calling Maryanne daily for succor and encouragement, and Dean, ever-so-slowly packing LPs and CDs and sheet music, mostly in…

“As my never-alas-met, always-kept-in-mind, and ever-inspiring late master-Yoga-teacher, B.K.S. Iyengar said: ‘Your body exists in the past and your mind exists in the future. In Yoga, they come together in the present.’”—Elizabeth Boleman-Herring…

“I, however, had never seen anything like A.C.’s house, and I believe my first words were, ‘We have to get you out of here.’ There seemed no time to lose: I could not…

“Baseball was the Kabuki of American sports. When home, I would zip through the room where my mother watched, riveted, gently shaking my head in disbelief. How could anyone sit still for three…

“Each and every day on our planet, 154,957 of us, give or take, die (a number derived from data gleaned between 2012 and 2014 by the CIA, the World Bank, the UN World…