Andrews' poem reminds us that angels turn up unannounced, and what looks like hell may be a reminder to be thankful for your own corner of heaven.

After the events of 9/11 our nation experienced a rebirth of patriotism and a new embrace of the symbols of democracy. One such symbol, the Statue of Liberty, gave us deep comfort as she stood stolid and strong at the entrance to the harbor of a majestic, wounded and grieving city.

We hesitated when writing “national treasure,” because the term is such a cliché, but in the case of Ruth Stone at 96, there is no better way to describe her economically.

By Laura Baudo Sillerman

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

Though completely deaf, Elena Kras speaks and “hears” without sign language. A recognized poet, author and journalist in Russian and Ukrainian, she courageously sought us out as a vehicle for bringing her to a wider audience. The pleasure is all ours.

If you had been in Manhattan last night, you could have time traveled to one of New York City’s most elegant and most constraining eras in the company of one of this city’s greatest minds—that of Edith Wharton.