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When sixteen-year-old Sumner arrived home from a summer working KP duty at a camp in the woods, he announced he was vegan. He said it like he meant it, like he was changing species.
Editor’s note: Tim’s article was so provocative to us and suggested so many follow-up questions (like, say: If the 90s purity movement was the wrong way to teach sex,
My fourteen-year-old daughter and I both have a flair for the dramatic, a tendency to overreact.
The first Mother's Day after Andrew died, my friend Sandy presented me with a gift in the church parking lot: the book Bossypants by comedian Tina Fey.
I manage an office in Columbus, but on Monday nights I get together with about 70 men who are trying to recover from sexual addictions.
I alternated between mourning and hope. Mourning my latest romantic failure and desperately hoping it might still work out.
The other day I saw a clip of a comedian on the Ellen DeGeneres Show, and I had this out-of-the-blue thought: I’d like to be a comedian.
I often see an awkward twitch in people's smiles when my family's open relationship with our son's birth mom comes up.
Though I swear to you I’ve grown in many ways recently, I’m still pretty immature about needing to clean. Every day. The same things. Over and over. And now my children's same things.
I remember learning in my high school American history class that Christopher Columbus wasn’t a hero.
I would guess I was about 12 years old when I started to think consciously about everything that entered my body. I was skinny as a stick bug and confident in my own prettiness.
I have a complex relationship with sports.
My mom had a stroke while I was on vacation with the kids last month.
Last week on the coldest day of the year I took my children to an indoor playspace in the city.
It was one of those days where I’d gotten out of the shower and discovered, now that I was squeaky clean and soaking wet, that I had no pants.