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I have an unhealthy relationship with large home appliances.

Cribbage? You never know what will bring two strangers together.

The Far Right found me a month or so ago, and now not a day goes by that I don’t get half a dozen emails from Newt Gingrich, Donald Trump Jr., or worse.

As the Black Lives Matter movement focuses attention on the legacy of slavery and racism in the United States, there is a sense that the assessment is incomplete

It’s gratifying to have memories of a youth ill-spent.

I’ll be goddamned if all those cassettes I lost to a flooded basement didn’t help catalog a life.

The deer I was prepared for. The rabbits I was not.

When I was very small I had a conception of the calendar year as a wheel, with different hues in sections at the end of spokes — a wagon wheel, a View Master card, a color wheel.

A trip to the sporting goods store turns into a moment of reflection.

You have to wonder how friendships will survive the pandemic.

My own favorite moment of 2020 was circling deck seven aboard the Queen Mary II in high seas, tilting into the high winds, as we crossed the North Atlantic back in January.

Every American should have the experience of complete, untethered freedom, if only for a while.