About three million. That’s my best estimate of how many times I hit a tennis ball with a racquet during my seventy years playing the...

Last night I had one of our dearest friends for dinner. That’s “have a friend for dinner” as the psychopathic cannibal Hannibal Lecter...

I felt a twinge of hatred on Saturday. Pure. Unadulterated. And well-aged. It had been instilled in me when I was five years...

The comfy old American plea “Gimme a break!” has been around for a long time. And we all know what it means: “I’m doing the best I can,...

Unless you’re a member of the Khasi tribe, your answer would probably be like mine–“Uh, not that I can think of…” The Khasi live on the...