About a month ago I was invited to have lunch with a couple of seventh graders at the community school. I’d shown interest in the...

I've been wondering lately: Is it all just a mask? Is it all—is everything I try to do—simply an attempt to fill the hole, cover the...

(From my memoir, pages 2-3.) Nicholas John Methot was two years my senior. He had fair skin, covered in freckles, blue eyes, and a head...