Elizabeth Bonwich writes from New York City.

The Order of the Day

I’d been cleaning for weeks. It started the week before Thanksgiving; I had nine coming for Thanksgiving dinner and was damned if I didn’t have…

Hearts and Bones

The turning point was not being able to find a pew without a direct view of the dead saint’s remains in that crystal coffin under…

Wigilia

It’s not Mary giving birth or the baby Jesus Himself that brings it to mind, but standing in the window watching for the first star…

Losing Your Edge

My computer died, taking my last article—a tirade on the prevalence of thongs and stilettos in everyday women’s wear—with it. The PC that came to…

Pitiless Summer Drama

Gather forty strangers in one house and give them ten days to three weeks to learn music, dance routines, scenes, and monologues for a show…