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 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...