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By MARGOT FLECK

It is difficult to dislodge even a whimsical memory after it has escaped the shadowy fringes of the inner life and bored itself into consciousness. Side by side with the Christian image of resurrection, the unbidden memory of my child self in an Easter outfit, a pink seersucker suit and little white hat with a perky flower attached, challenged me to make a story out of this apparent incongruity.

By MARGOT FLECK

By MARGOT FLECK

By MARGOT FLECK

Both human limitations and human resilience become strikingly evident in these multi-cataclysmic times. Stressed as I am, I find in my 80s an old childish wish arising. I want a magical transformation. I want to be instantly transformed into a...

By MARGOT FLECK

 My sister has a new passion — dragonflies. She has introduced me to the vast variety and beauty of these predaceous insects who have existed for 300 million years. A retired bio-geography professor, she is forever discovering new birds, fungi, wild...

By MARGOT FLECK

My mother often reminded me that “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread” — her words are one of those childhood memories that remain fixed in many a young brain, laid down in the synapses without our knowledge and long before we were capable of...

By MARGOT FLECK

“there’s the real mystery: the life of others” — Adam Zagajewski, poetCan we justifiably condemn anyone for their ideas, their prejudices, their loyalties?Each of us is born into particular circumstances that vary widely in terms of financial...

By MARGOT FLECK

There is much talk today about “toxic masculinity,” but I wonder, is it inevitable in this competitive culture that many boys grow up emulating the most aggressive, non-empathetic men among us?Salmon Rushdie wrote: “I have always been inspired by...