E-readers and digital books are probably the way of the future. But there’s one thing that real printed books will always do better: connect you to the history of the copy you hold in your hands.
I took another few steps closer so I could read the inscription. “Some people dream of angels,” it said. “We held one in our arms.” Then I noticed the dates: January 20, 1999 to April 1, 1999.
Who is the most photographed child in the world: the Kennedy children, Shirley Temple, or Suri Cruise? In the age of digital photography, does that question have any meaning?
Your signature is kind of like an old pair of jeans: familiar and comfortable, and uniquely shaped by its association with you. For some of us, it’s the only handwriting we do anymore thanks to the advent of digital. What does your signature say about you?
The Internet may be one of humanity’s greatest inventions, but there’s nothing like the experience of getting a handwritten letter from a distant stranger. Especially if it has x’s and o’s.
If your 17-year-old self met you as you are today, how would the young you react? Mike Sakasegawa explores his own answer to that question.
Mike Sakasegawa comments on the recent scandal at the Landon School — where a group of freshman boys drafted unsuspecting girls into participating into a sex for points contest — and ponders the question of how to raise our sons right.
…why should I be so eager to seek out unpleasantness? Why do I want to play this game, knowing that it will make me feel bad?
I love fast food. I’m clearly not alone in this — it is, after all, a multi-billion-dollar industry. There are a lot of things that have made it such a successful business: the price, the convenience and, of course, the flavor. All of those things work on me just as much as anyone else, but […]
It’s strange, but becoming a father has given me a new perspective on motherhood. In all of the families I saw in my young life — all of the ones I really knew well, anyway — it was always the mother that was the central figure of the family. My mother’s mother, sitting at the […]