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I recently had a casual encounter with a man I met at a social event. He asked for my number, we texted a bit, went out for dinner, and had sex.

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When I first started writing about my relationship to dance, I was careful not to call myself a dancer. Or I put “dancer” in quotes. Not a real dancer, I hoped the quotes made clear. I was a person, a ...

Also, everyone talks like a character in an old movie; the (typically) indistinguishable women characters are all “tomatoes,” “chorines” and “cuties” with platinum-blond Marcel waves, and readers will ...

After noticing withdrawals of several hundred dollars from our savings accounts multiple times a month, I learned that my wife has been doing something so shocking that it could end our marriage.

Instead, this album’s virtues are in its surfaces, shinier and more accessible than on her past few, more languorous and twisty records. If some of the lyrical choreography has grown hackneyed, focus ...

They went to her son and my two kids to ask for housing and care help. All the kids are scraping by with roommates and ...

First things first: Ending a marriage is “worth doing” if you want to end the marriage. No one needs to weigh in on this and ...

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In the strangest way possible, musician Stella Hennen found her doppelganger: She’s a computer-generated actress stirring up controversy online.

My wife teaches middle school Spanish, and like most American public school teachers, she spends a lot on stuff for her students and classroom. We don’t have much in terms of savings and want to save ...