Hans asked Emeth to close his eyes. In his hand held a sweet surprise. A morsel of chocolate-covered ice-cream. He planned to pop it into Em...

November 21, 2011 2:00 p.m. Emeth laid down for his nap with not much bouncing or laughing. Unusual, but I did not think much of it. ...

Years ago, I had a dear friend who had anorexia and bulimia. One night, very early in our friendship (when I didn't know about her eatin...

At the breakfast table this morning, Emeth composed his first poem. Chubby little fingers, Chubby little toes, Chubby little winter on H...

I've loved history my whole life. I mostly kept this to myself in high school. History, or "Sejarah" as we called it in Malays...

{On the sixth anniversary of his proposal} Six years ago, Hans flew to New Haven. There, he mopped my floor and asked me to ma...

One night, after the children were in bed, I went into Hans' study and started spewing information about pregnant humpback whales, the g...