Margaret Talbot

The Bathroom Where You Can Give Yourself a Daily Brain Scan

It wasn't long ago that the quest for self-knowledge meant analyzing the psyche as opposed to, say, the colon. But that was before Katie Couric showed us hers on… more

Margaret Talbot | New York Times | June 10, 2000

Clone of Silence

Perhaps I should start by saying that I have never had a dog I would have wished to replicate. There was Nappy, the poodle-shaped blur of my toddler years. Sweet little Woof, never the brightest bulb in the canine kingdom. Lawrence, the labrador, who barked at suitcases on wheels. My sister's Irish setter, who gathered up the ripest of our unwashed laundry and slept in it. I won't bore you with the… more

A Mighty Fortress

To get to the house where Stephen and Megan Scheibner live with their seven children, you skirt past Allentown, Pa., and drive for another half-hour into the hills above the Lehigh Valley. The Scheibner place is on Blue Mountain Road, a few miles past a forlorn establishment called Binnie's Hot Dogs and Family Food. Standing behind their white clapboard farmhouse, where the backyard unfurls over… more

Homesick

Imagine for a minute that the anti-Castro militants in Miami get their way and, 40 years from now, Elian Gonzalez is still on our side of the Strait of Florida. Imagine … more

Margaret Talbot | The New Republic | January 31, 2000

The Placebo Prescription

In the summer of 1994, a surgeon named J. Bruce Moseley found himself engaged in an elaborate form of make-believe. Moseley had 10 patients scheduled for an operation intended to relieve the arthritis pain in their knees. The patients were men -- most of them middle-aged, all former military guys -- and they weren't ready to consign themselves to the rocking chair yet. So they had decided to take a risk and volunteer for a study that must have sounded,… more

Feast of Burden

Early December found me on a cookie-baking spree. I bought a sleek new hand mixer; I clipped recipes for pfeffernuesse and Finnish chestnut fingers, and when the time came, I started rolling out the old family Christmas cookies by the dozen. I was up past midnight, with flour in my hair and colored sugar on the floor and the… more

What Do Children Want?

The notion that kids grow up too fast these days is a complaint so familiar that it can seem both true and meaningless at the same time. It has the status of received wisdom, and received wisdom doesn't usually inspire anybody to make the case for it. You may as well present… more

Margaret Talbot | New York Times | November 14, 1999

Pay on Delivery

A couple of weeks ago, the morning after I gave birth to my second child, a particularly garrulous nurse stopped by my room and asked if I had been given an epidural pain block during labor. When I told her I hadn't, she was so instantly approving I half-expected her to slap a gold star on my hospital gown.… more

The Rorschach Chronicles

The illustrations spread out on my desk look like freeze frames from some 1940's melodrama. In one, a man who might be Fred MacMurray, his brow furrowed in a way that strongly suggests limited acting range, turns his back on an elderly woman wearing a martyred expression. In another, a young woman is shadowed by a … more

Debt Voyeurs

When it comes to living large on pilfered cash, Martin Frankel -- who is accused of making off with $335 million -- deserves all the attention he has been getting. Here was a guy nervy enough to make a to-do list on which item one was launder money. A guy who secured the use … more