Stories Worth Showing Up For

In sixth grade, I often ate lunch alone. I remember that about the year as clearly as I remember anything else: the feeling of being near other children without quite knowing where I belonged among th … read more

A Field Guide to the Many Ways We Show Up I grew up as one of four children. Same parents. Same house. Same rules—or at least the same rules as each of us selectively remembers them. But we were … read more

There are, apparently, some expectations. A Guncle should be fabulous. He should give excellent presents, have strong opinions about brunch, know where to get tickets, and possess at least one skill t … read more

PICTURE IT. A family arrives at Citi Field for a Mets game. Graham. Meghan. The boys. They find their section, make their way down the row, and settle into their seats. There are hot dogs. There is ba … read more

When I was little, my family lived in Irving, Texas, while my dad was in medical school. At the time, there were only two of us kids—my brother Michael and me—and one of the great adventur … read more