I’m not making any clever resolutions this year–I’m too distracted by my mother’s illness, and 2011 was so complicated a mixture of success and sorrow that I scarcely know what to think about the year that’s just arrived. I’ll try my best to be a good husband, a good son, a good friend, and a good writer, and that will have to do.
May all of you know comfort and joy in 2012.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
