Time flies when you’re watching your kid cross the threshold from elementary to middle school, when he stands for a picture with his certificate and you can still somehow see the shape of his little boy form in his lanky legs and broadening shoulders. “Where did the time go?” we wonder, as we dab at our eyes and collect tears in our commencement programs. And then in a small windowless room in the mammography department, time slows to a crawl: gown gaping open, bare chest e

I keep coming back to pictures of birth lately. Maybe it's because some of my deepest relationships are with women who have held this...

Four years ago today, Jake and I were on an evening hike in Monterrosso (one of five small seaside villages in Cinque Terre, Italy). I'd...