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

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...