1. Lovingreading or loving-reading (a double verb, conjugated as transitive, where what one loves-reads is someone or something, Lysias or the book). 2. Loving reading (in which case, it is reading ...

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 ...

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

From Mohammed El-Kurd’s Perfect Victims and the Politics of Appeal (Haymarket): ...

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

It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...

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.” ...

While I write this, my husband is cycling through the rain, taking our one-year-old son, who last night yet again wouldn’t sleep, to nursery school, and I am thinking of Tove Ditlevsen’s poems. I, too ...

“Once things leave my files,” Etel Adnan wrote to me, “I never know where they are, and don’t think about them anymore, otherwise you lose your mind.” Her method is sound: now ninety-three, she has ...

My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...