2014

I’d decided we should stop seeing one another. But then she pinged me, and before long, I was watching her bend down in leggings from a second-story window.

A twelve-year-old boy, a closet, a cousin with breasts, and the indelible shame of getting caught — plus some thoughts on what we owe the teenage boys who do creepy things.

Descending a particular stairway at a particular subway station, I didn’t remember how I used to feel. I felt it.

A quiz, with correct and incorrect answers.

Little girls in princess dresses saying “fuck” for feminism. Glenn Beck hates it, which is reason enough to love it.

I’ve been writing a lot lately — just not here.

A woman on the subway, described in obsessive, reverent detail.

A little numerical navel-gazing as I approach a milestone.

A headline with more entendres than it knows what to do with.

Parenting is complicated. Here’s one conversation I had with my son, about cops.