Patricia Marx

Also: The wrenching documentary “Daughters,” the Fourth Wall Ensemble in Green-Wood Cemetery, Lauren Collins on truth and deception.

The staff writer walks through New York’s most overlooked borough. “There are places . . . where ‘a Bronx’ means a slum,” he notes. “This cannot, this should not, stand.”

The novelist, who uses the word “mulatto” to describe mixed-race people like herself, talks with Julian Lucas about living across the color line, in a country obsessed with it.

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Dear Detective, I'm not dead, but a lot of people can't stand me. What I mean is that breathing is not an activity they want me to keep doing.

Dear Detective, I'm not dead, but a lot of people can't stand me. What I mean is that breathing is not an activity they want me to keep doing. What I mean is, they want to knock me off. My days are numbered.

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Some animals can remember where they’ve buried hundreds of thousands of seeds. Why can’t we remember where we’ve put our eyeglasses?

The late President's priorities were remarkably prescient, and his personal qualities offered a dismaying contrast to so much of the present state of American politics.

As President, he told us that we needed to shift to solar power. We should have listened to him then.