It was the kind of day in Detroit, late in the course of a temperate summer, when the heat rebounds and the humidity returns with a vengeance. We drove in on the freeway, past… Read More

Dear Aristotle, My son came home for Christmas from his freshman year of college with his head full of new ideas. One of them has driven a wedge in our holiday feasts: the issue… Read More

I slide headphones over my ears, snap another cassette into the player, and press “Play.” There’s the lo-fi hiss of empty tape, a male announcer: “The practice time for the second melody is over.… Read More

In 2013 I found myself simultaneously single and on the academic job market for the first time. I was thirty, several years into graduate school and at work on a dissertation about nineteenth-century poetry and… Read More