Scarred by My Own Hands

First, I said I was allergic to cats. Then I blamed a food allergy. Then mosquitoes. But this was all a lie. My scabs — usually red and raw — were there because I made them. From age 8, I scratched myself. I scratched my forearms, my calves and my knees. I scratched and scratched…

Hunting for Glass Orbs on Block Island

BLOCK ISLAND, R.I. — In a forest here, Katie Hall and members of her extended family were dangling her mother’s bra into a hollowed-out tree trunk with the laser focus of open-heart surgeons. When that failed, Ms. Hall, her mother, brother, aunt and cousin untied their shoes, using the laces to form a makeshift net…

Behold, ‘Workleisure’

Let us consider, for a moment, the Zoom sweater. Or rather, the ideal Zoom sweater. Will it be thick and reassuring, or thin and wrappable? Pullover or cardigan? Round neck, V-neck or high-neck? These are not immaterial questions. The Zoom sweater is, after all, the seasonal next wardrobe step after the Zoom shirt: the garment…

Office Gossip Still Exists in Remote Culture

As the saying goes, if you don’t have something nice to say about anybody, come sit by me. Seriously, sit by me. Like Alice Roosevelt Longworth — to whom that quote has been attributed, and Olympia Dukakis’s Clairee in “Steel Magnolias,” who famously repeats it — I have a weakness for juicy, interpersonal information, a predilection…