If someone had told me ten years ago that today I would be meditating on the impermanence of life while picking up dog poop for a...

I’ve been thinking a lot about my own mortality lately. I’m 52 years old. I’m fortunate that I have always looked young for my age, but...

In my windowless office, the fluorescent lighting casts the mint green walls a pallid pea soup. The constant whir and hum of electricity...

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On this day—not October 3, 2007—I am revising a story I was writing on that October date ten years ago. How does one revise a story for...

One can only search one’s AOL account through November 2009. Before that, no history even though one has had the same AOL account since...

The view from the room is so fabulous we start calling it the Kennedy Suite. September in Boston can be breathtaking. The humidity of...

The crowd was unfamiliar to me, and so was the place. I stood waiting in line, along a long brick wall. Everyone seemed familiar with the...

At the age of 24, I had never been really alone. I had always lived with someone—family, friends or at least a roommate, but in the fall...

There’s something in the air today. The week that kids go back to school is a sort of miracle for parents, a resurgence of order, of...