Columns & Collected Essays

I don’t know about your family, but in mine, we like to use sayings. Sayings are efficient. They cut through the specific and hit on...

I want to live on Nantucket. Let me qualify that: part of me wants to live there. The artsy, romantic, writerly side of me is drawn to...

When my husband, Brett, and I first fell in love, we were really in love. You know what I mean: madly, blindly, passionately, blah,...

I’m off to another charity benefit. Want to join me? Here’s the deal. It’s a Saturday night. I’ve blown my hair dry so that it looks...

“I don’t know how this could have happened,” I sighed. “Strange,” my husband, Brett, agreed. “A mystery.” We were holding between us my...

A few weeks ago, I wrote an article about two Type A–ish people (namely me and my husband, Brett,) traveling abroad and trying to strike...