I should have danced (much) less this night

For better or worse, I’ve never been one to shy away from oversharing. I kicked off my publishing career in 2003 by copping to chronic bedwetting in Jane, and followed that up with an essay about crying during a Dove self-esteem commercial. And in late 2011 – just as I fell into investigative journalism – […]

In which the NYT calls me “armpit-obsessed”

Early this morning (so early that it wasn’t even bright and early, just early) I walked out to the end of my driveway, coffee in hand, and retrieved my copy of The New York Times. It’s something I’ve done many times since my wife bought me a subscription for our anniversary, but never have I […]