I had a friend named Raymond. Raymond and I had sex. Raymond and I are no longer friends. This sounds like a typical story. Plenty of us have made this mistake at some point in our[...]

My modest basketball resume includes dubious claims of glory. For instance, I will often announce – in places such as Sunday School – that, “I’ve played in a Division I[...]

My mother is no Martha Stewart. Neither is my father, which is a moderately comforting thought. I’d be a little worried if swan-shaped napkins and bow-covered collages ruled his da[...]

On the day after Christmas, my brother Dan and I braved a wintry Kansas day in search of three controllers and a game for the Wii that I had been given for my birthday just three d[...]

People spend a lot of time sitting around, waiting for things to be over. Whether we’re on the subway, on a flight, or on the toilet, we spend hours every week with nowhere to go a[...]

After what I would personally consider a strange and tumultuous holiday season, I thought I would treat myself to a relaxing massage. Having grown up with a no-frills, decidedly br[...]