HIS e-mail read: ''Here for one night. Giants game tomorrow. Buy you a drink?'' I was so stunned, I lost my breath. I hadn't seen him in 25 years. I thought I had gotten over the need to get over my first love. But 11 words on a screen and I was a nervous
Reorienting after ending an interracial relationship, a writer grapples with her singleness and her whiteness.
SOME years ago, when I was living in Britain, I received an e-mail from a college friend who had recently announced her first pregnancy. ''We have become good friends with a black/white couple,'' she wrote. ''They have a precious baby boy -- you and Dan a
With my son, Joe, I wasn’t fearless. Quite the opposite, I was petrified by how much I loved him.
Feeling shame and needing to be alone, a rape victim walks — and walks — searching for peace.
Ours was a love affair that knew its finest hours on a screen.
Few men are thrilled by the idea of dating a woman with a child with a disability, particularly one as demanding as autism.
Like many people, the author tends to write a story in her head about the future of any relationship before it has even begun.
An Army wife, after years of objections, agrees to her husband’s wish to be deployed to Afghanistan.
I had a crush on Mac. But I feared losing my big, ridiculously inexpensive New York apartment with a view.