Every spring I wonder about graduation. I was all right with the idea when I was 18 because then it just meant I could finally get out of public school. That was the limit of my foresight in those ...

Reflecting on this week, I’ve consumed many things and, at the same time, nothing at all. Somewhere between Sunday and Thursday, my roommates and I watched the first episode of Rachel Sennott’s “I ...

Regular readers of this column will probably be surprised to learn that each week’s seemingly spontaneous offering of insight and hilarity is actually planned out well in advance. At the first of each ...