So goes time, and it’s gotten to be even odds that I’ll snap awake now for no reason. Sometimes so early that I have the time to settle...

On a day 12-years-plus ago, when my wife again became a mom, she asked I write to her, our new girl: Before you were born, your mom...

Not long after first exploring Muay Thai — as my outlet for frustration and as a new focus in martial arts — now more than 5 years ago, I...

The Why: A preface to the Chesterfield Road essay. The why. The question that comes when I dredge it all up, and now, after so long. For...

I never thought about suicide when I was in high school, but I was miserable. After waxing euphoric from the great expectations set at...

1989. Timing then was everything. And I found then, time was running out. Waiting until the end of next spring to get a varsity letter — in track no less — wasn’t going to cut it. I found myself calculating when I could get custody of an actual letter — sewn on my jacket — in time to be seen actually wearing it. It would have to be fall or early spring or of course in winter. But by the time track season would end and award ceremonies came around in the warmth of late spring

In 1994, when I was wrapping up as an undergrad, I wrote what would turn out to be a handful of “commentary” columns for the college...