After nursing a grated finger and braving howling winds on a Delaware beach, Marion Winik writes a poem bestowing everything she knows to her new grandchild.
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Four Gentlewomen in Cortona, Footloose and Gluten Free
Author Marion Winik and three other writers travel to Cortona — a tiny hill town in Tuscany, Italy — where they find breathtaking views, handsome men, surprisingly good gluten-free options, and lifelong friendships.
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A Wedding Toast for Pood and Naynay
In Austin, Texas, columnist Marion Winik celebrates the marriage of her younger son Vince and his wife Shannon — through song.
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The Road to Weight-Loss Oz, Part 2: It Worked
Columnist Marion Winik shares the latest updates on her experiences with the weight loss drug semaglutide, the active ingredient in Ozempic.
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How Is This News About Me, And Other Bumps in the Learning Curve
Exploring the need for gender affirmation care for transgender adolescents, writer Marion Winik shares a cautionary tale about how we form opinions — and possibly a more promising one about how we learn.
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Rescued from the Slush Pile: Two Truths and Lie
Last spring I took an online storytelling class with Mike Daisey, thinking that somehow it might help me figure out how to write fiction. This was not the intended direction of the class— Mike is a well-known Spalding Grey-type monologist — but one of the assignments he gave did seem to lend itself toward my […]
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Two Big Turkeys: Thanksgiving Meets ChatGPT
Family recipes shared with loved ones, the author’s anomalous party-game victory, and a “tapestry” of AI-generated text were among the highlights of writer Marion Winik’s Thanksgiving this year.
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Talking Shoes, Leave Me Be!
Marion Winik shares the tale of a friend loaning her a pair of enchantingly beautiful, blue, heeled sandals — and their miserable fate at the mouth of a playful dog.
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Trigger
At a recent high-spirited local production of Head Over Heels, which is what they call a “jukebox musical,” combining the hits of The Go-Gos with a book written in blank verse by local playwright James Magruder, the program contained several Announcements. First was “A Note on Gender.” It began, “As the city’s queer theater company, […]
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Notes from Vietnam: A Travel Journal
Marion Winik writes about her trip to Vietnam, from a pho and omelette bar to teashop, a water puppet show to the Cave of Surprises, and more.
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Bumbling
My most recent attempt at online dating, which follows earlier unsuccessful sorties, has crashed and burned somewhat spectacularly, with my being banned from Bumble. I’ve never been banned from anything before, so I’m feeling kind of modern.
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Welcome to the Land of Oz, aka Ozempic, Where Weight Loss Dreams Come True
Are Ozempic-type drugs right for people who have 20 pounds or less to lose, and a limited budget? Columnist Marion Winik shares her progress.
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When I’m Sixty-Four
A couple of weeks before my John-Lennon-never-celebrated-this birthday, my baby sister and I were out walking our dogs on Dewey Beach in the early morning. We wore warm jackets over our pajamas; our frizzled gray heads were bare to the pale blue April sky, and her knitted slippers collected sand as we shuffled along. With […]
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How to Read Like a Child
Last week, while I was driving to yoga, the dog got out. Not my dog, but the dog in the audiobook I was listening to, “The Family Chao,” by Lan Samantha Chang. This was a problem. I stared accusingly at the dashboard of my car, through which the audiobook app was playing, as if it […]
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Baltimoreans in Hawaii, with Wedding Bells
Once upon a time I was so new to Baltimore that the words Pikesville, Timonium, Towson and Woodholme — and of course, Cockeysville — almost made me laugh, they were so strange. That was in the 20th century, close to the end of it. I was scheduled to do a reading from my book about […]
