Alain de Botton has a book I might never ever read – the one that happens to have a little note inscribed to me from de Botton himself, courtesy of a dear friend who met him in London and shipped the volume across the Pond. Truth be told, that...
I refer to myself as a 'recovering Catholic,' and yet I can't stay out of churches for long. I enter as a tourist – admiration for architecture seems to be genetically coded into our extended family – but I linger to breathe deeply, clear the mind temporarily,...
"At first I was afraid, I was petrified ...
With unusual patience, I saved this third (for me) Alain de Botton book to read on a flight to London, where I have lived twice before (B.C. as in Before...
First off, I want to announce that I have actually read Marcel Proust: madeleines, mothers, memories, and all. But admittedly, only under great duress as I had to pass my college...
My husband started out a philosophy major until his father declared in no uncertain terms was he never going to pay that kind of money for his son to sit around talking...
