
In Praise of ‘Difficult’ Kids
Feisty children can be exhausting. They also possess a moral fire that deserves cultivating.

Feisty children can be exhausting. They also possess a moral fire that deserves cultivating.

More than a decade before my dad died, I lost him to dementia.

But no one can find one.

Gen Z may have a Peter Pan reputation—but it’s also saving a lot of money.

More grown kids are in near-constant contact with their family. Some call this a failure to launch—but there’s another way to look at it.

Habits once labeled vices are creeping into all areas of life—thanks to our phones.

When I’m moving pieces on a board, I do not think of death.

The irony: Online is where we most need the identity cues that idiosyncratic language used to provide.

I never asked for this role.

Pets today are eating like kings. We should all be so lucky.

Extra guests are expensive. What if we did away with them?

Naked runners used to disrupt events seemingly all the time. Why’d they stop?

We should have done it, but—we didn’t.

I almost never spoke about my past as an addict. Then adolescence came for my son.