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I am at the bar, working on a piece about kids’ books, while my wife stays home to mind the baby. The lady next to me strikes up a conversation about this and that. Then she notices that I’m still casually clutching a copy of Guess How Much I Love You?

But what I did write, and write constantly, were diaries and journals. I kept notebooks and three-ring binders filled with observations about my life that I thought were interesting. Sometimes I worried that these personal stories were too naval-gazing, but I still held on to them, hoping that someday someone would want them.

The hardest thing about transitioning to an in-office job after working from home for a long time? Not being able to tell your boss, “I’m gonna take a quick shower to clear my head” after a stressful team meeting.

When legends collide.

Sometimes, the catastrophic pain and miraculous triumphs that come with relationships are worth simply knowing a person.

As we all know, progress does not march forth in beautiful, lock-stepped advancement like a well-oiled army; rather it trips and stumbles along, it

observer. luster.

Making "fraud" synonymous with "rape" could harm people who deserve a mere dose of public humiliation.