On November 13, 2009, my marriage was in jeopardy. My two sons were fourteen and eleven. Good kids, who were close to their mother, but...

It’s almost the start of my third winter in New York’s North Country. The temperature is already down to a low of 41F. The leaves have all b

I am going to be a boy for Halloween. I have been fifteen for seven days. Old enough for Anne Hathaway to plausibly represent me in a biopic

I sat in my rented apartment, a thirty-something divorcee crocheting a blanket, alternating red, gray, and black yarn in a chevron...

When dusk drew in that October evening, we lit a fire—more for the Gemütlichkeit than the need for warmth in late spring—and gathered in...

October, 2009: I’ve looked up my childhood home on Zillow, the real estate website, after a friend tells me it is for sale. The 1950s...

In many folklores, a trickster appears in the midst of ordinary circumstances to stir up the detritus of human experience. One day, my...

Sitting at my desk at work, my speakers pump out words sung by the latest pop-music-child-prodigy . . . “honestly I thought that I would...

In my sleep, I cling to the star-crossed lover I’ve been wet-dreaming of for some two odd years. I am confused and scared about sex, and...

My four-year-old daughter has just started preschool full-time, leaving me home alone during the day with her eight-month-old sister. It...