Swishing, tumbling, living

Just when I was wondering if the little darlings in my neighborhood are ever going back to school so we can bring down the decibel level of noise to a joyfully peaceful place on weekday mornings, The Universe sends this. It is an encounter I had with an 8-year-old boy...

Welcome back, me

I feel more like Nancy than I have in a long time. I say that knowing, of course, that all of it, even the spinning, is Nancy. But what I mean is that this Nancy I’m more acquainted with, the one who has not been herself since Feb. 10, is back in the...

Artistic merit

Most times if I attend an event or see a film or experience something cultural, it falls under the category of Game Plan column or blog post. There’s rarely crossover. For a number of reasons, the Yayoi Kusama exhibit at the Whitney last week has inspired both....

Kusama-world

Back in 1998 when I still lived in a Central New Jersey suburb, but a year or so after completing a Knight-Wallace Fellowship at the University of Michigan, I spent a vacation week in Manhattan at the West Village apartment of my friend Christina (also a UMich...

Shake it up, baby

Sometimes there are ideas floating around in my head and all it takes is one push from something, somewhere, to rein them all in to form a thoughtful column. This one became concrete the minute I saw an obit in The New York Times recently. Today’s Game Plan:...