The back-to-back scheduling made for a brutal schlep, but it was worth it: During my first week in New York, I saw, among other things, a group of Russian refugee children proclaiming their love for ...

There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...

On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing effects of habit and symbol.” ...

Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...

Saint, terrorist, fishwife. Stench that appals. Famines, machine guns, the Great Plague (your sickness), Rending of garments, cries, mass burials. I'd watched my beard sprout in the mirror's grave.

mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.