Melissa Fay Greene Riffs on Five Books, Nine Children
June 20, 2011
You really don’t have favorites.
There’s something special about that first-born though.
You dove into first-time motherhood and first-time book-publishing with the same open-mouthed wide-eyed look on your face as Flounder in Animal House, who, as the street parade erupts into a riot, pants “Oh boy, is this GREAT!”
I’ve Seen America’s Diverse Future: In My House
May 6, 2011
A few weeks ago, the U.S. Census Bureau revealed dramatic news: America’s ethnic minorities, including immigrants, are rising in number, while its traditional white majority is aging and failing to reproduce at replacement levels… All this talk of aging whites (unspoken adjective: “cranky”) and of “minority youth” (implication: headphones, fitted baseball caps and platinum teeth-grilles) inspires in my husband and me a feeling of: “Been there, done that.”
Last April, Torry Hansen, a single adoptive mother in Shelbyville, Tennessee, quietly bought a one-way ticket to Moscow for her 7-year-old Russian-born son, Artyem Saveliev. ….In the universal condemnation of Hansen, one population remained mostly quiet. Adoptive and foster parents of neglected, abused, or traumatized children had a better-than-average hunch about what had gone wrong in Shelbyville.
The Photographs of Esther Bubley: An Introduction
THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF ESTHER BUBLEY
The Library of Congress
Amy Pastan, editor; Melissa Fay Greene, introduction
It was, to judge from the photographs, a fatiguing era for women. All that drab, oft-mended, and practical wartime clothing—wool dresses and long wool overcoats, girdles and sweaters, felt hats with small veils, and boxy suit blazers with padded shoulders—made a girl just want to lie down.
I Must Save My Child: The Axelrods, Lauren, and Epilepsy
When Susan Axelrod tells the story of her daughter, she begins like most parents of children with epilepsy: the baby was adorable, healthy, perfect.
Reaching An Autistic Teenager
NEW YORK TIMES MAGAZINE
October 17, 2008
… “Edwick’s not scared of tornados; he’s scared of leprechauns.”
How To Bully-Proof Your Child
The secret? It’s a game. The only rule is: if you get upset, you lose.
Our Children’s Crusade
THE AMERICAN JOURNEY OF BARACK OBAMA
by the Editors of LIFE Magazine
New York: Little, Brown and Company; 2008
I have not seen our children so united around a single purpose since the rush to get midnight tickets for the opening day of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. The children’s purpose this time is to see Senator Barack Obama elected president.
Hope, Volume 1
How A Children’s Librarian and his Donkey-Drawn Bookmobile are Saving the World, One Kid at a Time
Back to School Rituals
I love Mondays! I do. I love Monday mornings. I like the buzz of an alarm clock at 6:55 on a Monday morning. This puts me at odds with my children who prefer, for example, Friday afternoons.
Praying for Time: Early-Onset Alzheimer’s
“What’s going on?” Dave Giere asked sharply.
Linda drew up short at his tone. “What do you mean, ‘What’s going on?’”
“When were you planning to serve dinner?”
“Oh.…” she said vaguely, and laughed.
The Orphan Ranger
THE NEW YORKER
July 17, 2000
In the half-dark of a small Greenwich Village living room crammed with lithographs, woodcuts, and books, Dr. Jane Aronson sat watching videos until well past midnight. .. Each film, which lasted between three and four minutes, had been inexpertly made at an orphanage in Russia or Eastern Europe and featured a child available for adoption.
Poetry, USA:The Favorite Poem Project
In 1997, Robert Pinsky of Boston University was named the 39th Poet Laureate of the United States and thus placed in charge of a realm more vast, ancient, and inscrutable than any jurisdictions assigned to his fellow officials at the Pentagon, CIA, or Bureau of the Census. Unlike theirs, his territory appeared on no map, though descriptions of it drifted down to him from the millennia. The style of these reports, however — “The garden flew round with the angel,/ The angel flew round with the clouds,/ And the clouds flew round and the clouds flew round/ And the clouds flew round with the clouds” were such as might make a practical-minded civil servant weep.
How to Raise Septuplets
Carlisle, Iowa, population 3400—or 3407, as someone amended the sign after a recent six-minute baby boom—is a town so small that Mayor Schlicher recently received a phone call from a teacher who planned to show a rented video to her classroom: “She phoned here first to get a legal reading on the situation. She’d been alarmed by the FBI warning.”
No Rms, Jungle Vu
“The Egyptians have been civilized for four thousand years, my own ancestors probably a lot less,” Jon Charles Coe says. “We evolved over millions of years in the wild, where survival depended on our awareness of the landscape, the weather, and the animals. We haven’t been domesticated long enough to have lost those senses. In my opinion, it is the business of the zoo to slice right through that sophisticated veneer to recall us to our origins.”
The Protracted Decline and Inevitable Bankruptcy of the Savannah Food Co-op
An elderly gentleman in summer seersucker and white patent-leather shoes ducked into the store on my first morning behind the counter. He ducked, probably instinctively, because of the low, damp, and greenish ceiling.