As technology ratchets up the stress, low-wage jobs have become some of the hardest in America.
I don't know how I landed this job. But the most surprising part is that instead of helping my clients find love, they helped me get out of an abusive relationship.
OCD isn't a preference for organization, it's a campaign of fear your brain wages on your life.
In November 1998, I had sex for the first and last time.
When I was 15, I had a complicated open-heart surgery for a lifelong defect. Afterward, I had to divide the white board in my hospital room into two columns: one labeled "I" for input, the other labeled "O" for output. Everything I drank, down to the sip, had to be counted in CCs and thrown up on the board.
I wrote a novel about a woman who rekindles old friendships with some strict rules. Then I tried to follow them myself.
It looks like something extruded from a teenage pimple or a long festering wound. It's terrible for you. It's all fat! And salt! And because of the eggs, it's dangerous! Do you really love mayonnaise enough to murder a Fourth of July party for it? Yes, I do.
If weed is the new wine, is it acceptable to use in front of your kids?
The 1986 Russian disaster isn’t just compelling TV. It was my life.
How rediscovering the boy band I obsessed over when I was 12 — and connecting with other superfans from all over the world — helped me navigate life as an adult.
Guests would climb up using my ropes and abseil back down again. I accepted a cellphone for calling in help and a laptop that I used to finish my degree.
Don't use deli meat as bait, for starters.
When the families leave and landmarks fall to neglect, what's left?
I was only 8 when I began working as an undercover security guard at estate sales. Among the dusty trinkets and used shampoo bottles, I learned a lot about human nature.
Talking guns with children.
He wasn't his TV show character. Behind his public persona, he was a regular, flawed human.
My experience with the disease began shortly after my wife and I bought a home in the Hudson Valley in upstate New York.
Coming to terms with a sibling's suicide.
It took me 12 years to realize I'm worth celebrating — even if my birthday's not.
It's not that I divide my life into the periods before and after I went, exactly. It's more that the trip accelerated a gradual change that has been happening all my life.
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