Archive for September, 2006

Passing On

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

By susie harrison In the midst of my familiar surroundings, I frolicked and played with wonder. When suddenly with unexpected horror, My world literally began to collapse around me! I wanted to grasp on to something solid to hold, Fear of the unknown griped my soul. I could not bear to leave the place I [...]

Climate Change

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

Time often shapes perceptions ELIZABETH WILSON, who wrote our cover story (“The Queen Who Would Be King,” p. 80) about the controversial female pharaoh who ruled Egypt c. 1479-1458 B.C., lives near the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City She was often in the museum’s Hatshepsut gallery–part of its permanent collection. Once, a [...]

Chomped by a Shark!

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

MY FRIEND AND I WERE WADE-FISHING NEAR GALVESTON. IT WAG A SLOW DAY, AND SOME THING KEPT STEALING MY BAIT. THE NEXT TIME I FELT A TUG, I SET THE HOOK. AFTER A LONG FIGHT, I SAW THE THIEF: IT WAS A BLACKTIP SHARK! I DECIDED TO TRY TO LAND THE SHARK BY GRABBING IT [...]

Mad Hype Disease

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

Eradicating the latest strain of pro-snowboard, anti-ski fever before it spreads. Last February, The New York Times reported that “skiing is still a white sport of the suburban jet set and outback granola base”–a stark contrast to snowboarding, which America’s newspaper of record lauded for remaining “pure as a sport that stands for liberation and [...]

Every Dog Has Its Day

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

An Aesop’s Fable Retold Long ago in ancient Greece, Homer the sheep and his friends were playing basketball. They were having a fine time until two young pups named Zeus and Apollo ran them off. “Scram, you silly sheep,” said Zeus as he chased a lamb. “This is our basketball court now.” And the sheep, [...]

Scars

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

Ben could feel them staring at him, always. Even those people who saw him every day stared, and each time they did, he wondered if they knew that these were just scars on his face, that he was not born this way. His wars were not fresh but fifteen years old now, from a tumble [...]

Riding Midnight

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

Dinners at the pensione always began with bread and soup. There were no little plates to hold the bread, no butter in a dish. Kathy tore off pieces of the coarse loaf, sprinkling brown crumbs across the white tablecloth. Always, the first basket of bread disappeared before Gino delivered the soup. Tonight, Kathy noticed the [...]

Gullibility

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

Eyes wide, mouths hanging open, dripping wet, several girls from the swim team stared at me. “How awful!” they said, looking at my leg in shock. “Weren’t you scared?” “I was terrified,” I said solemnly. “When you go to Florida for spring break, you just don’t expect these things to happen. Who knew that there [...]

Home Sitting

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

By Koty Lapid My friend, Jeff rang. “Hey Gale,” he said in his usual lazy drawl. “Wanna house sit my buddies place?” I wasn’t too keen at first but when he said it was East 63rd street, where all the rich people live, I screamed ‘yes’ so hard I nearly deafened him. Our apartment was [...]

After Twenty Years

Sunday, September 17th, 2006

The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o’clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets. Trying doors as he went, twirling his [...]