It’s nothing really, just a way of treasuring things, a feasting on the bright world that…

  The other lives are closest in the heat. When we unshutter the house, when sleep…

I joked on Twitter recently that I had resubmitted all my New Yorker caption contest entries…

  I have failed in this world and I am greatly afraid that even my observations…

  It is less acrobatic somehow than you imagined, or did you imagine it? Because why…

  I. He never laid hands on me, all that time, except the usual which he…