In our family, the game of dodgeball has become a kind of moral and ethical template by which we judge people’s character.
It all started with my nephew Collin at a family dinner. We were grilling him about a kid his age, ...
In our family, the game of dodgeball has become a kind of moral and ethical template by which we judge people’s character.
It all started with my nephew Collin at a family dinner. We were grilling him about a kid his age, ...
Last Sunday I was reading the Woman’s Sports Pages in the New York Times. For the uninitiated, that’s the wedding section; the part where a happy duo smiles blithely and innocently from their cropped photo on the page.
It was time. Past time. I stood with one hand poised over the trash can holding my bra. The elastic on the straps was shot, the material puckered around the back where it meets the hooks and eyes. There is no longer any support offered, but yet the cups ...
Did I really just see that on the news? Really? A clump of what they believe is Elvis's hair went on the auction blocked and fetched something with multiple zeroes after it? The picture on the news made me reel back in horror. It was a black, snarled tangle of hair, supposedly shaved off when Elvis famously joined the Army around the time of the ...