Beryl Goldberg: Party Time in 1976

Beryl Goldberg: Party Time in 1976

With convention fever finally over, it’s difficult to remember that there was a time when these convocations were unscripted, often rowdy affairs—no slick designer dresses, no big-screen simulcasts, and certainly no Internet or YouTube to bring us the proceedings...
4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

In our tidy suburban world, mommies stayed home and took care of the house, the pets, the children, the husbands. This was a few years before The Feminine Mystique, and nobody seemed to chafe at their roles or talked about careers. (My mother held a job as a part-time...
3. Ob Talk and Mary Coogan’s Chocolate Soufflé

3. Ob Talk and Mary Coogan’s Chocolate Soufflé

Dede Coogan and I were friends for much of grade school, spending long hours in her third-floor bedroom with the cozy slanted ceiling and biking to classes together while I still lived across the street. We nurtured a private language called “obtalk,” which is easy...
Art Advisers Redux

Art Advisers Redux

Almost five years ago I published a post about art advisers, those hard-working middlemen and women who match up artists with corporate clients, budding collectors, or homeowners in the throes of renovation. Enough has changed since that time that the subject seemed...