ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

  By Tom Robotham Of all the holidays we celebrate in this country, the Fourth of July is my least favorite. One reason is that it brings back unpleasant memories from childhood. Back then, in my neck of the woods, at least, it was dominated by one thing: illegal...
ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

ESSAY: Fifteen Minutes a Day

  By Tom Robotham Last December in this space I wrote an essay about my renewed interest in studying French with an app called Duolingo. I’d fallen in love with the language while taking it for two years in college and have always wished I were fluent. Alas, I...
ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

ESSAY: About Face(book)

  By Tom Robotham A strange thing happened to me a couple of months ago: I woke up one day and had no desire to open Facebook.  For many people, that wouldn’t be noteworthy. I have a number of friends who rarely look at the site. But for me it was significant....
ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

ESSAY: The Call of the Mountains

  By Tom Robotham In the woods…a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson The older I get, the more I appreciate the approach of springtime. It is heartening, as I sit here on a...
ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

Prologues to What is Possible

  By Tom Robotham  I dwell in Possibility / A fairer House than Prose – Emily Dickinson  On January 20, I turned on CNN first thing in the morning to watch the long hoped for departure of Donald Trump. As he flew away I was overwhelmed by a sense of relief. The...
ESSAY: A More Perfect Union

The Road Not Taken 

By Tom Robotham Thirty years ago this month, I moved from New York City to Norfolk. When I told my friends and co-workers of my plans, they thought I was nuts. One senior executive at Hearst Magazines, where I was working at the time, went so far as to call me a...