Dear person whose name, honestly, I just now Googled:

Not for the first time, the young woman who had named herself Elvyra held out her hand and told her customer, Lizzy, that her cinnamon soy latte with two extra shots of espresso and a dusting of cinnamon would be…

“But where do we go?” all of us say, as one. “Where else is there?” The people at Penn State tell us they understand, but they just got the results back from the boys in the lab and it turns…

Dee called to let me know I left a sweatshirt at her house. That’s not unusual in itself; I leave things in my friends’ houses all the time, behind the desks or draped on chairs or simply thrown aside while…

A few years ago, I knew someone who had their flat burgled. The criminals smashed through the ground-floor window while my friend was at the shops, raided her bedroom, and took some Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs. That’s not funny….

It’s time I came out with this. Ladies, gents, genderqueer people whom I do not totally understand, if I’m being honest, but whom I support anyway, damn it, because you are allowed to be confusing and atypical in this world…

Although the boundaries of our conversations were set years ago to avoid this exact kind of situation, my mother still calls me up from time to time and asks me if I’m seeing someone. It’s been a while, she says,…

Over the first and second weekends of the Olympics there was a sudden epidemic of street food between Green Park and Chancery Lane, like a portal had opened to another dimension of falafel-based life forms: mostly human, but about one-quarter…