Lauren Ruth Wiener's Blog

It used to be a happy memory.

What a bomb my brother dropped! Just when you think you’ve heard everything...

Thought I was done. Turns out I’m not.

I started this blog to record all the strange things I learned by writing this memoir. It was always a finite list, and I believe I’m done now. I’ll continue blogging occasionally, mostly about music—world fusion, and other eclectic choices, at my Music Diary.

Thanks for tuning in! — Lauren

Oh, the blessed web! All those once-unanswerable questions that now can be: What would’ve happened if? How badly did I blow it? Thanks to the web, we can now find out.

Is love random? A beautiful stranger glimpsed across a crowded room, two ships passing in the night? Instead of a bow and arrow, does Cupid shoot a sawed-off six-gauge missing its sight?

Is love random? A beautiful stranger glimpsed across a crowded room, two ships passing in the night? Instead of a bow and arrow, does Cupid shoot a sawed-off six-gauge missing its sight?

That actions have consequences is a central theme of Riding the Cyclone, but for many years, in my self-absorbed obliviousness, I had no idea what great oak had grown up right beside me.

That actions have consequences is a central theme of Riding the Cyclone, but for many years, in my self-absorbed obliviousness, I had no idea what great oak had grown up right beside me.

On Feb 11, 1968, in the midst of his presidential campaign, Robert F. Kennedy came to Putney School, where his daughter was a junior, to speak at our Sunday night meeting.