Somehow I could lose myself in the ocean the same way I could lose myself in a good book. Maybe it was because both involved suspension–a suspension of weight, a suspension of disbelief–a willingness to...

Sometimes I worry about how attached I am to this dog. About the fact that the primary relationship of my life is with a canine. That at the end of a terrible day I look...

The sign of a true woman isn’t the ability to recite French poetry or play the pianoforte or cook Chateaubriand. The sign of a true woman is learning to listen to her own voice even...