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Billy here found a raccoon down by the watering hole. It had got itself tangled in some razor wire we use for the chickens, mostly to keep the hens safe from the foxes, but this raccoon had gotten itself snared. I said…

I can tell you exactly where I was the first time I heard someone say, “YOLO.” Because I’ve traveled so much and moved around constantly, I just have to recall the order of the places from which I was coming and going, and I can pinpoint locations to my memories.

As I drove down the canyon and out of Sequoia National Park towards a town called Three Rivers in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas, I saw what looked like a painted wall of mountains that nearly brought me and my van over the cliff’s edge.

I’m generally pretty lucky. I usually win at various lotteries, bingo, whatever. So I was pretty sure my fertility results,

Is romantic love the world’s last overlooked basic need? We must have food, water and shelter to survive, but am I being deprived…

Hi Steven, it’s Samantha. I’m your biggest fan. And I’m writing to let you in on a fantasy.

No one walking through Midtown Manhattan made eye contact with me that day. That was odd, because if ever there was a place to eyeball perfect strangers, this would be it.

I’m finally playing the board game Settlers of Catan with other couples.

My friend Iskra sent me the condo real estate listing on the last morning of my trip to Turks and Caicos a few months ago. I awoke to her texts urging me to buy this and rent it out, and let’s be Golden Girls one day…

Letting go of my uterus is not black and white but like a series of shades of gray. I wanted an end date, something definitive to grieve and move past.

A Tiny Modern Love story published in The New York Times.