by Deborah Quinn | Apr 1, 2021 | Blog
Mannahatta Walt Whitman – 1819-1892 I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,I see that the word of my city...
by Deborah Quinn | Sep 3, 2020 | Uncategorized
These pictures are from the very first day of school for my kids, in 2011. New school, new apartment, new city, new country, new life. Standing in that parking lot, saying good-bye to the little faces as they sat on the school bus, I could have no way of knowing that...
by Deborah Quinn | Jul 12, 2019 | Politics
On Medium today, I wrote about Harris and Warren…and their tote bags. Which satchel wins?
by Deborah Quinn | May 30, 2019 | aging, Feminism, Politics
Between March 25and April 3, Gloria Steinem, Jane Goodall, and Nancy Pelosi all had birthdays. Nancy is the spring chicken: she turned 79 on the 28th of March. When she turns 80 next year, she will be in good company: Toni Morrison, Yoko Ono, Glenda Jackson, Judi...
by Deborah Quinn | Feb 14, 2019 | Abu Dhabi, family, Kids, marriage, Travel
It’s Valentine’s Day and a friend just asked for advice about planning a safari, so it seems appropriate to re-post this meditation on love, marriage, shit, and rainbows. You know, just your basic extended metaphor but with hippos. One of the gifts, for...
