In a cluttered studio apartment on the outskirts of Verona, Romeo sits down at his desk and picks up his quill…

For most of human history, there was only one way to hear music or to look at art: You had to be there…

For my grandmother’s 80th birthday, my aunt and my cousin made a slideshow. It was 22 minutes long with a soundtrack of the highest schmaltz…

Through third and fourth grade, I had a recurring fantasy, though I thought of it as a project…

Are you a fast reader? It’s a bigger question than it seems — a question of identity, even…

An old  friend called a few weeks ago to catch up. There was a kind of splinter in his voice…

I was glad to have worn my dark suit. Outside, it was a swampy Miami day — palm trees, apocalyptic traffic, billboards advertising breast enhancements…

This past Thanksgiving, my brother and sister-in-law got into a fight about the GPS…

Until two weeks ago, Eric Butorac was the one watching the screen…

On May 6 of last year, James Blake was standing beneath an awning beside a clay tennis court in Rome, waiting out a sudden downpour…