Who doesn’t love to see a bride on her wedding day? Serena Torens of Dover, New Jersey, had been married
Say hello to the 51 percent. I sat next to a silver-coiffed retired bank CEO at dinner, and we got
My hair’s on fire about climate change. I am furious about the devastating impacts of man-made global warming. The polar bears don’t keep me up at night—we do. I just hate to think of all of us, and our grandchildren, forever living in fear of the next storm, fire, or famine. I cannot quite accept that we aren’t going to get this right.
Every time I boil an egg, I am reminded of people who have no eggs. No eggs, no water, no power — and whose chickens are god knows where. From my privileged perch above the (rising) Boston harbor, equipped with wifi, plenty of food, organic everything, and a cache of red wine, I stare at the eggs bobbing in the roiling Caribbean sea of my humble cooking pot. And I observe the simple principle that as water heats up, it boils.