I’m on my knees among the crisp brown crunch
then stand       in time to see
two boys       slim teens in shorts       white t-shirts
faces glowing       talking quietly
bounce of a tennis ball fading as they pass
and I’m filled again
with a crush of old sweetness
at how giving a moment can be       as it vanishes
the roughened grey branches of the pear
small knobby fingers flung out at every tip
fresh clutch of weeds at my chest

It's the birthdayof the artist best known for a painting of his mother:James Abbott McNeill Whistler, born in Lowell, Massachusetts (1834). Whistler himself later decided he would have preferred to come from St. Petersburg, Russia. He said, "I shall be born when and where I want, and I do not choose to be born in Lowell." He did live in St. Petersburg for a while, when he was nine and his father got a job as a civil engineer for the railroad. He took private art lessons, enrolled in the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, and later spent some time in London with relatives. The family moved back to America after the death of Whistler's father.

Whistler's mother wanted him to be a minister, but he enrolled in the West Point Military Academy instead. He didn't distinguish himself by his academic performance, and he had a rebellious streak, wearing his curly hair longer than was allowed. The superintendent - Robert E. Lee - gave him several chances to reform, but eventually was forced to kick him out. He took a job as a mapmaker, drawing mermaids and sea monsters in the maps' oceans, and in 1855, with some help from a wealthy friend, he left for Paris to study art. He never returned to the United States, and eventually settled in London.

In 1885, Whistler gave his famous "Ten O'clock Lecture" to general acclaim. One reviewer wrote, "[T]he Prince's Hall was crowded [...] There were lords and ladies, beauties and their attendant 'beasts,' painters and poets, all who know about Art, and all who thought that they did [...] all seemed delighted with 'Jimmy.'" In the hourlong lecture, Whistler talked about his philosophy of "art for art's sake." Unlike most Victorians, he didn't believe art or artists had a responsibility to convey a moral message. His most famous painting was titledArrangement in Grey and Black No. 1(1871), but it's more commonly known as "Whistler's Mother." It's a portrait of Anna Matilda McNeill Whistler in a black dress, seated in profile against a gray wall. When Whistler's scheduled model didn't show up for a sitting, he decided to paint his mother instead.

Today is the birthdayofElwin Brooks White(books by this author), born in Mount Vernon, New York (1899). He started publishing essays when he was in his mid-20s. Eventually,The New Yorkerdecided to hire White as a staff writer, and he wrote for the magazine for nearly 60 years. In 1938, he and his wife - theNew Yorker'sfiction editor, Katharine Angell - left New York City and moved to a farm on the coast of Maine. There he continued to write essays, and his reflections on farming forHarper'swere collected in the bookOne Man's Meat(1942).

For the January 1948 issue ofAtlantic Monthly, he contributed an essay called "Death of a Pig," about his futile attempt to save a dying porker. In it, he wrote, "I discovered ... that once having given a pig an enema there is no turning back, no chance of resuming one of life's more stereotyped roles. The pig's lot and mine were inextricably bound now, as though the rubber tube were the silver cord." And though he often said there was no connection, his second children's book -Charlotte's Web(1952) - is also a story about a pig. But this time, the pig is saved from the slaughter through the efforts of a little girl and a clever spider.

In the summer of 1948, White found himself back in New York City in the middle of a heat wave. So over a couple of sweltering days in a room at the Algonquin Hotel, he wroteHere is New York(1948), a love letter to the city that was once his home. He said, "On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy. [...] No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky."

Today is the birthdayofJhumpa Lahiri(books by this author), born in London (1967). Her parents were Bengali immigrants from India. When Lahiri was two years old, her father got a job as a librarian at the University of Rhode Island, and they moved to America. On weekends, the whole family would get together with other Bengali families, sometimes driving for hours to other states for a party. The adults cooked Bengali food and spoke Bengali and reminisced; the kids all watched television together. And even though she's lived in America from toddlerhood, she struggles with not feeling American. "For me," she says, "there is sort of a half-way feeling."

Throughout her childhood, Lahiri wrote stories to entertain herself. She went to college at Barnard, then to graduate school at Boston University. She was on the verge of going to work in retail when Houghton Mifflin agreed to publish her first book for a small advance. That book wasThe Interpreter of Maladies(1999),a collection of nine stories about Bengalis and Bengali-Americans living in suburban New England. The publishers didn't expect to sell many copies so they only released it in trade paperback. As expected, it didn't get much notice at first, but one day she got a phone call from a woman from Houghton Mifflin, asking a lot of questions about Lahiri's background. Lahiri assumed it was for promotional materials. "And then she said, 'You don't know why I am calling, do you?'" Lahiri recalled. "And I said, 'No, why are you calling?' And she said, 'You just won the Pulitzer.'" It was the first time a trade paperback had ever won the Pulitzer Prize.