There were no more tears in him. His eyes gleamed like mirrors of the moon, shining with thousands of years’ worth of stored-up grief. And I let him cry. And then, just as I was washing the blood from his face and chest and telling him everything was going to be all right, I realized…

I’m a serial dater. Into my fourth decade, I’ve never been married and I’ve accumulated a large quantity of first dates in my life bucket. Though some blossomed into relationships, many, well most, did not and, as with anyone who has dated enough, there have been some interesting experiences. There was the guy who kept…

I went to an Easter brunch with my mother and kids about a month ago. As we were leaving, we bumped into old family friends of my parents. I had been a classmate of their younger son and their elder son is about the same age as my older brother. As such, we often spent…

There is a story my family likes to tell about me, one of those oft-repeated threads of family lore shared with outsiders to illuminate some uniqueness of the subject. Or to make fun of them, forcing them to laugh at themselves. This story…or the story that had been shaped and created and then retold, like…

If I had to choose one thing about myself that needed improvement, there would be so many. If I picked the one, though, that intersected with the most parts of my life, that contributed most to my ongoing insecurities, that exacerbated my loneliness, that threatened my health and mental well-being, it would be my lack…