Columnists

Parenthood is a pendulum. Whatever direction our parents swung in the habits and policies of our own raising, we swing that pendulum far back over to the other side.

Leafing through some of The Star’s bound volumes, I was chagrined to find my early-1970s columns were unvaryingly issue-oriented.

The South Fork has more trails than you could shake a stick at, and now is the time to go.

This is the first time I’ve been alone in this house for more than 24 hours, ever. I wander the rooms and check my pockets.

The real Herrick Park is for sports.

Someone pointed out to me that a mahogany floor in a beach house did not really “go.”

Clarity through fasting.

What out-dumbs TikTok?

A return to a vastly changed Commonwealth Avenue and Boston University — and its famous racing facility.

Coffee and tea are the hot beverages of contemplation.

A vacation in “Centereach with palm trees.”

“Our dying world” is what one podcast host says whenever he has to refer to the planet Earth or where we spend our waking hours.