If I am quiet enough they will let me hang out here for hours. The downstairs of the Addition is the new Boys' Room. It's like a...

"Gee, I think I like yours better!" The childish student in me still warms to see the comment written in my creative writing teacher's...

'Love is ... a series of ups and downs.' Thus reads the front cover of a five by eight-inch note pad I have stored in a box of old...

During the final few months before becoming a member of the graduating class of 1988 of my New England high school, I had a string of...

This past weekend I spotted a familiar object on my mother-in-law's bookshelf. The acrylic cube picture frame was just like one my mother...

My brother Ross was my resident playmate and tormentor. We are a little over a year apart and were confused for twins many times as...

An excerpt ... I used to think of the spinal column as a toy xylophone, a rainbow of ascending notes, synonymous with the feeling of...

It all went according to plan, until a few days after the second celebration when I crumbled like a brittle wafer - actually the effect was