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The house I was living in burned down in 1999, two months before I graduated from college. Suddenly, my world stopped. And it didn't start up again for a very long time. When I made it to my cousin's apartment later that night, she offered me clothes, a place to sleep, and the thing that jolted me into my new reality -- a clean pair of underwear. It was this most intimate of items that brought me firmly into my present. I have nothing left. What am I going to do now?  Read more >

I first noticed it at my 10-year high school reunion in 2005. When asked if I was married or have children, I said no. I'm single. And then it happened: The Pity Face. It's a look of genuine concern. Like something is horribly wrong with you. Like you've just admitted you have a terminal disease and have roughly one month to live. I had no idea how to respond.  Read more >