I’d violated the primary rule of junior and senior high– don’t get people talking about you too much. This was wearing the brightest shirt on the playground. This was Mom giving you a kiss in...

I think each family has a funhouse logic all its own, and in that distortion,in that delusion, all behavior can seem both perfectly normal and crazy.

What I want to write is that I lay there until morning, with tear-stained eyes, a tear-stained pillow, a tear-stained life. What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of...

Relationships are physics. Time transforms things- it has to, because the change from me to we means clearing away the fortifications you’r put up around your old personality. Living with Susannah made me feel as...

The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses.

The part of the brain that isn’t automatic is an imagining machine, feeling all possibilities of feelings: it keeps pushing its way into this marshy, pleasant terrain. You struggle against that push, and start to...

At home in bed that first night I had patchy, mundane dreams about normal things. It would be nobler and less uncomfortable to write that I tossed sleeplessly.