Kari Jenson Gold

In our thirteen years at the Nightingale-Bamford School, we experienced wonderful times and difficult ones. Yet, you could hardly recognize the school today. Continue Reading »

In a world where all is understood through the lens of power, love is impossible. Women will always be destined for unhappiness if they choose power over love.  Continue Reading »

The life of the mind can be a precious, beautiful thing, but divorced from the physical, it leads inexorably to corruption. Continue Reading »

Even before de Blasio brought the place to her knees, New York had ceased to be as compelling. Continue Reading »

The “woke” Episcopal Church of 2019 stands firmly with Team Herod. Continue Reading »

We play a game in my family called Blame It on W. At first, we were a little slow to understand the rules, but, living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, we pretty soon got the hang of it. To take an obvious example, even if Bush didn’t actually fly the planes into the Twin Towers (and the . . . . Continue Reading »

For the past two years, I have been the head “Library Mommy” at my daughter’s private nursery school. The children tell me what books they have or have not read, what books they have at home, and what interests them in the school’s library. The nursery school is full of bright, lively, . . . . Continue Reading »

The Abolition of Marriage: How We Detroy Lasting Love By Maggie Gallagher Regnery, 300 pages, $24.95 Maggie Gallagher’s newest book, The Abolition of Marriage , is a tough, passionate account of the thirty-year dismemberment of what she calls our most heroic human institution, marriage. In . . . . Continue Reading »

A few months ago my stepdaughter turned eleven. On the verge of adolescence, Stella wonders daily about the stuff of female life. Hair, clothes, boyfriends. Condoms, sexual harassment, abortion. A New York City kid’s list of concerns is somewhat more bewildering than mine was at her age. At the . . . . Continue Reading »

Several years ago I wrote an essay on marriage, an essay filled with conviction and certainty. I was twenty-two, three weeks into my own marriage, and an out-of-work actress working as a receptionist for IBM. Not exactly Montaigne. Through a series of unlikely events, the essay was published and . . . . Continue Reading »