Less than two months before my high-school graduation, my father told me he never wanted to see me again. He had received a summons that week and was furious that I had known but not warned him my mom was going to file a lawsuit again/… Read full post »

            For most of my life, I believed in God. During my college years, though, I finally recognized the concept of the all-knowing papa in the firmament—with his self-manufactured evil counterpart fanning the flames of hell below&mdas/… Read full post »

            I was not carrying a bag, only a book and a few sheets of paper. Yet the policewoman demanded that I place these items on the conveyer belt. Then she ordered me to empty my pockets and dump the contents into a basket for screening as/… Read full post »

            I hate advertising. No, I mean, I really hate it. And not just because it interrupts the TV show I’m watching at least six times an hour, even though I’m already shelling out $100 a month for the privilege of receiving a b/… Read full post »

            I was in fourth grade when my mother sat me down to explain the birds and the bees after I had just asked her why the hot-water bottle hanging in the closet had a long tube running from the fat part. I’m nearly positive all of m/… Read full post »

        I had an embarrassing little secret. Here I was, lecturing a roomful of students on strategies for winning an election. The several young women and men seemingly engaged in the discussion—the ones not texting or looking as though they were auditioning/… Read full post »