But we decide which is rightAnd which is an illusion- from "Late Lament" by Graeme Edge Friends existed entirely within the imagination of Monica Geller. An overweight child, bullied and isolated, Monica sought refuge in her cramped room in the back of an Arkansas...

Crank up the Wayback Machine, Mister Peabody... I attended an elementary school that was flanked on the east by military surplus tarpaper-sided shacks that had been hauled in decades before to house the flood of students lured into a godforsaken state college by the...

“Warm Months” does not begin. The listener enters the room, slightly late as usual, the Green Line bus having been impeded by a thrice-dented gypsy cab. The song is already wafting through the speakers, a pair of plucked strings sketching alternating chords. Dog Mom...

The Great American Road Trip was conceived as a thing of barren majesty. Two fantastic-looking guys barreling down a completely empty highway in an enormous convertible, flanked on each side by an endless landscape. The color of the convertible is unknown since our...

Today in history marks 294 days since the inception of our Song of the Day feature. During that span, we made 162 posts, each featuring a song by an excellent, under-recognized musician. Our original intent was to compose a few well-written paragraphs each day about a...

The chasm between what we have and what we want has loomed large in the human experience since that eons-ago moment when Thag Jones gazed from the mouth of his cave at the distant woolly mammoth and measured his desire to transform the creature into a rump roast of...

I've told this story before and I'm sure I'll tell it again. And when I'm an old man and can't remember what I said two minutes ago I'll probably tell it again and again and again until someone says "Wheel Uncle Raccoon off the front porch" and some anonymous young...

A couple sits on either side of a small table at what appears to be a sidewalk café in southern Italy. I have no idea why these things are always set in southern Italy, but they are. We haven’t cast our actors yet, but I’m pretty sure the woman will be played by...

Since the hour Thag Jones sought solace in the cave of that cute Neanderthal from across the valley, and honored their union by painting a picture of himself slaying a bison on the rocky wall of their abode, humanity has endeavored to categorize romantic...