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I think the roller rink helped raise me. I got my first pair of skates around age 8 or 9, and I spent Friday nights at a rink for much of my adolescence in the… 

I’m sick of getting blasted. Not by cocktails. Not by critics. Those are rough, too, but getting blasted by a sudden, blaring car horn while driving in heavy traffic is enough to spike my heart… 

It was our third or fourth date when I invited Tom to my not-so-glamorous rented condo. He had already cooked dinner for me, so I reciprocated with an invitation to my place. But I’m not… 

A rare thing happened over Labor Day weekend. After a 9-hour drive, all five people in my immediate family went to the same movie at the same time. Once your kids grow up and move… 

One spider? Normal. Two spiders? Concerning. Spider in the toilet? Now we’ve got a problem. In recent months, we’ve occasionally spotted a spider here and a spider there, but I didn’t get worried until the… 

We just wanted a new color. Just paint. No big deal, right? ​But first we had to decide on a color — something lighter than the terrible taupe we’d come to dread over the past… 

Dear Mother Nature, Normally, I wouldn’t question a single thing you do. I’m a big fan of your work. Starry skies? Awe-inspiring. Tropical waterfalls? Lovely. Trees of every shape and size? I’m a huge fan.… 

For the past few years, when Tom’s work takes him somewhere I’d like to see, I get my own plane ticket and tag along so we can be weekend tourists. The writing profession might never… 

At our house, back-to-school looks like Moving Day. We’ve evolved from cute lunchboxes to U-Haul trailers. By my count, we’ve moved a kid to a dorm or apartment 12 times over the past seven years,…