I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries. Paul Simon I’ve walked past it many times. It’s a...

This morning, I find myself and my overactive mind in White River Junction, Vermont. When you read that sentence, it may (or may not)...

She was my first crush. And given my age at the time – seven – it’s no surprise she was an older woman. For purposes of this piece, I’ll...