On July 27, 1992, I came into this world (okay, into St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Brighton, if you call that the world) slightly premature under a constellation that resembled a lion, right in between...

The day I first put on my varsity cheerleading uniform was the best day of my life. The too-short skirt made me look more Kardashian than ever, if that’s possible. There was also the red, white and blue...

It’s not so comfortable. This weekend, I was fortunate enough to give a talk at a classics conference down south, at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. I spoke about the editing process...

In third grade, my music teacher introduced our class to the different “families” of instruments, each with its own mother, father, brother and sister. There were woodwinds, strings, percussion and...