The way you act can sometimes be totally different from the way you actually are.

Something my mom likes to say when she’s up on her equal-opportunity soapbox floats through my head: People have enough reasons not to like you just based on how you look; don’t give them any...

And I’m not sure if it’s G-d, or fate, or just air masses colliding over water, but I will say this: It feels, finally, like flying.

This was the kind of guy who should be someone’s first love. Someone who brought you flowers and refilled your water glass without your having to ask. Someone who watched you across the crowded rooms...