As he spoke, I had the mental image of a small boy switching on the nightlight, not because he wants to be able to find his parents during the night, but because he fears his...

For a minute, the fantasy frightened her, but ultimately, this fear saved her from feeling alone.

He seemed never to have acquired a skill that we all need: the ability to make another person worry about us.

Pyschoanalysts are fond of pointing out that the past is alive in the present. But the future is alive in the present too. The future is not some place we’re going to, but an idea...

Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.

Being present, whether with children, with friends, or even with oneself, is hard work. But isn’t this attentiveness — the feeling that someone is trying to think about us — something we want more than...