At our “we-unions”—our yearly gatherings of old friends—we find, again and again, the comfort of compatibility that is really much more like soul-matching.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

In the face of what is wrong with thoroughbred racing, the sight of a long shot– ridden by a rookie, named for a ritual between husband and wife– closing in on and beating a hands-down favorite was a beautiful thing to see.

She was never caged inside the definitions society pins on the famous, but, ironically, Adrienne Rich was the canary in the coal mine of her times.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

“I’ll be on a ladder all day. Checking email only intermittently.” So ended a recent message from a dear friend. She’ll be 66 this week.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

When you mention Valentine’s Day, put me on the side of the line that says, “I’d rather it didn’t exist.” Still, there was a time when I anticipated this day with the feeling it seems intended to evoke.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

Come, Thief is a book to own, a book to give and above all a book of poems to be read. To yourself on a rainy evening when you are alone. Aloud on a morning when you need extra courage before leaving the house. To a loved one whom you want to treasure by giving a treasury.

Laura Baudo Sillerman

I didn’t call foul on Moneyball until the day after seeing it. It wasn’t long, however, before hindsight brought the realization that the portrayal of women in the film is not about the ethos of baseball, but about a sensibility that is Neanderthal.

Laura Baudo Sillerman

Did September 11, 2011, reconstitute any of those equations? Put another way, did the marathon of remembering restore us as a nation in any way? Strangely, I believe the answer may be yes. We may not have gotten back to the innocence of a decade ago, but we just might have healed a bit in places where we weren’t even aware of the hurt.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

Children of the children of the Great Depression learned to make the most of what was at hand. August 1967 was about making more of what one young woman had at her disposal and making a kind of magic in the process.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

Maybe, just maybe, you or a friend of yours (or both of you) should consider a poetry workshop.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

This is a woman who is going to swim with a ticket to ride to the pinnacle of athletic accomplishment. Her team of 22 people will have her back. All of us will have her in our hearts.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

John Turturro’s brilliant new film is a must-see.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

You don’t need blue collar roots to care about Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, but if you have them, you care in a particular way.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

Her name was Constance Laibe Hays. She had several beats at the New York Times before she died at 44. Today when Jill Abramson’s appointment as executive editor of The Times was announced I could hear her cheer.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

Writing poetry does not have to be a solitary endeavor.