I leave a party early.  I didn’t drink.  I didn’t smoke cigarettes out on a balcony hanging over Canal Street.  Music played but I didn’t dance.  Nobody danced.  The best conversat[...]

If you’re in the right crowd and you mention Tecmo Super Bowl, someone’s eyes will light up. That someone is probably male, between the ages of 27 and 40, and the product of a midd[...]

Fantastic. The latest copy of New York Magazine has arrived. Why do we even get this again? Did my mother buy a subscription for my birthday seven years ago and has some rogue, sin[...]

You thought the weight would lift once he moved on, but it hasn’t. The weight of helplessness you felt through his entire battle with that evil, unrelenting, indiscriminate d[...]

America’s landscape is littered with middle-aged men who’ve had their hearts broken by the actions of the “modern-day athlete.”  In between a George Will op-ed bemoaning the loss o[...]

I wake up to the sound of thunder, rain against my dirty windows.  Lightning cracks somewhere far off; the telling beats too many counted seconds away to be close. One…two…three…fo[...]