The smell of chlorine still triggers me. I don’t know what that smell is for you, but for me it’s the smell of terror. The smell of humiliation. The smell of shame. The relentless, sickening pong of the elephant that has plagued me for decades. The elephant in sunglasses, sitting in a lounger on the periphery of every beach day, every pool party, every waterpark trip of my life. The elephant that knows I can’t swim. I’ve been trying and failing to see past that guy for almost

My friend Oliver is growing a new head. Literally. His old head died for some reason and I thought he was dead too but now he’s growing a...

I had a realization on the weekend that one of the best things anyone can do right now is put a bit of lightness into the world ....

The calendar on our fridge still says April. I guess six or seven weeks ago we must have imagined a return to normalcy or we wouldn’t...

I don’t think we took it seriously at first. Why would we? As relatively healthy 40-something adults we knew the drill. We knew about...