Yes, it’s my birthday, my 49th birthday, and I’m a birthday person, a self-indulgent and just plain selfish birthday person, and...

Once my husband and I lock the door of the seaside cottage where we’ve stayed for the past week, we start off on our hour drive.

You propose marriage for the second time and she says yes.

On December 7, 2013, there are no entries in my diary. I think of myself, incorrectly as this assignment bluntly showed me...

it's a saturday -- Paul Walker is dead

Ten years ago on November 10, I lived on the top floor of the painter, Hans Hofmann’s house in the West End of Provincetown, MA.

The bar was called Black Horse.

...a restful day and the innocuous filling in a substantial life events sandwich. Just 2 days prior, I had submitted the final manuscript...

For the past twenty-nine days, I’ve been collecting data to prove that I have everything under control...

You wake up to an alarm, a pop song that is catchy and soulless, half a sweaty skeleton sticks to your skin and you free yourself...