Four years. A college career. A presidential term.
After a year, two years, even three, a moment, an event is still close at hand, in use, unfiled, but after four years, it’s crossing over — from …

It’s still here. Things still happen on it. You’ve got a friend’s birthday party written in it, and another friend’s wedding. You know that a whole day can’t go anywhere, really, but it seems like …

At the time of year when the summer falls back and the fall verges forward, the two seasons leave a space between them in my head for all the years before. If a single madeleine …

My mom gave me a Twin Towers calendar for Christmas — twelve months of various views of the World Trade Center. It hangs beside the door in my kitchen, where I’ve always hung my calendars, …

I didn’t really want to go downtown in the first place. I had to speak on a breakfast panel, but I didn’t feel very well and I didn’t like my outfit so much, and I …