A guide for the ghosted and confused* — *Co-written by Adeline Dimond because we’ve both got it bad. Take your dog’s Xanax. Put your phone on silent. Put your phone in Focus Mode. Take your phone off Focus Mode because maybe that’s scaring him off; you’re not actually Focusing, you’re just sitting here being scared of your phone…

Being nonbinary brings out the worst in people — My dad told me why I don’t have any money the other day. Well, he told me one of the reasons I don’t have any savings and a carload of student loan debt. He said, matter-of-factly, “Well, but you’ve always had a hard time finding a job for a number…

Once upon a time, in the middle of the 20th century, diamonds were not a girl’s best friend or the sine qua non of a marriage proposal. …

It was Saturday. A carefully wrapped and bagged birthday present sat on the back seat next to my eight-year-old daughter, hand-drawn and written card tucked inside. The invitation had been ambiguous and passed on by mouth: this park, at 4:30. Interesting time to have a party, I thought, but OK. …

We hooked up at one of Michael Formika’s legendary parties — at some you could check all your clothes at the door, getting one formality out of the way as to why people really came out: To see and be seen. To peacock young, beautiful, bodies. To hook up. …

It’s been almost 20 years since my diagnosis, and I’ve learned quite a bit — By Caitlin Flanagan Are you someone who enjoys the unsolicited opinions of strangers and acquaintances? If so, I can’t recommend cancer highly enough. You won’t even have the first pathology report in your hands before the advice comes pouring in. …

A local reporter from a Hudson Valley paper was covering Camp Camp, my weekend sleepaway camp for burlesque performers — a camp dedicated to all things campy. I thought it was a funny pun — “intentional camp” which Susan Sontag insists is less pure (although in this case she is…

We’ve all been stuck in some way or another — Last summer, my eight-year-old got trapped inside a couch. Under the couch, technically, in its undergirding. It was complicated, the way scenarios involving children often are, especially in the middle of a pandemic. See, this is a story about a kid in a couch, but it is also an allegory. …

On our first overseas trip as a family, our bodies fell apart — When we began dating, Tyler and I did a lot of traveling. We started out small: Our first trip was from Boston to the tip of Cape Cod. Soon we ventured further, to California, to Mexico, to Peru. We broke up once in Key West. But I was too broke…