AND MEG CALLS KEVIN “Testicle Writer,” or sometimes just “Testy.” My husband and my best friend enjoy a lively, jokey, independent friendship that I pretend to appreciate, but in fact it rankles me. Even before I met David, I sometimes felt vaguely threatened by the happy collision of my two worl...
It was an annual event at our school and a coveted volunteer opportunity for teachers, because you could pack most of your required extracurricular hours into one weekend. You could get almost all of them over with at once instead of having to coach eighth-grade soccer every Saturday for a whole ...
It was a competition, and sometimes a drinking game, in which, one by one, we compared the sordid details of our messed-up families. There were eight of us, and we played it over and over; we never ran out of material. There was only one rule—never embellish—and a clear winner always emerged. Som...