The following is an excerpt from my memoir, A Life Derailed: My Journey with ALS. On Wednesday night—eight hours after receiving my ALS...

As I looked up between awkward sips from a plastic straw that was much too big for my little cup of cappuccino, Z said, “So, I’ve never...

It’s Valentine’s Day. Last year, in the little dirt parking lot of Geprags Park, I sat in my van with a woman I met on Tinder. We’d been...