I saw a group of old friends on Sunday. Twenty-five years after our Whiffle ball obsession began to inevitably fade, we gathered at the...

An excerpt from A Life Derailed: My Journey with ALS I grew up in the backyard, on the sidewalks, streets, and driveways, and in the...

We arrived at the gate about ninety minutes before takeoff. It was at the very end of the terminal, up one flight from the rest. (I don’t...