Ten years ago, I pierced my nose for the first time...

Mexican guidebooks have a lot of rules. Mimi and I have given up on most of them. I’m not-quite divorced, but I’m separated enough to be res

December 18th, 2009. You stand on a California sidewalk about to go into a spa...

K stands for Kookie, a nickname I could never shake. It’s cute, people say, like you. I might have been cute once...

I sat in the hallway outside my apartment on the fifth floor where I could catch the internet signal from my third-floor neighbors. They...

It’s November 21, 2009 and I am rushing through LAX—it’s the third time in my life I’ve visited the City of Angels. I zig zag past a...

On November 13 2009, I ended up in North Carolina and it was a Friday. The first line to a novel I probably won’t write, too busy trying....

At 5:30 am on November 13, 2009, I removed an earbud from my mother’s ear with the gentlest care, as if I could rouse her from her...

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