Sometimes it takes a bit of apparent nonsense to return us to the pith of common sense. This year being the century and a half marker of Lewis Carroll's Alice, that wisdom struck me again. As Alice ate the cake she kept growing. "Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice...

As I left the front door this morning, I saw the moonflower folding on its vine. A whiff of regret swept over me for the subtle and seductive scent dissolving, the green sepals forcing that purest white leaf inward. I stopped myself and looked hard at the dying...

I used to like being young, and I still do, Because I think I still am. There are physical Objections to that thought, and yet what Fascinates me now is how obsessed I was at thirty-five With feeling older than I was: it seemed so smart And worldly, so fastidiously...