Selected Stories

Eleven
Maudlin House
The first time I broke up with you, I got jumped on the way home by three teenagers in puffers who threw me to the ground and stomped on my face. I spent a week in the ICU. It’s a sign from the universe, I thought, telling me to stay away. But when you texted—are you ok? I’m so worried—I was so moved and got pulled back to you. And then we got back together.

Lives: A Weighty Matter
The New York Times Magazine

Lives: Traveling Alone, With Help
The New York Times Magazine

Busted in the Park
The New York Times

Still a Moron After All These Years
The Morning News

The Ballad of Daniel Antopolsky
Tablet

Should the Terminally Ill Control their Deaths?
Salon

The Dame of Dictionaries
Narratively

In Bushwick, Playing With Fire, Then Eating It
The New York Times

Fighting for the Right to Sell a Smoothie on New York Streets
The New York Times

A Blind Runner and His Very Good Boy
The New York Times

‘You See Your Boys, You Stop’
The New York Times

Exercise Class, Obedience Not Required
The New York Times

An Immodest Proposal
Narratively

Home on the Range—in New York City
Salon

E-Cigarette Shops Open Even as City Cracks Down
The New York Times

After the Final Curtain, Act II
The New York Times

The Passion, the Romance, the Tango
The New York Times

An Easy Commute to Stillness
The New York Times

Loosening China’s Grip on Table Tennis
The New York Times

Everyone’s an Athlete in Tokyo Marathon
The New York Times

In Sumo’s Push for the Olympics, a Turn Away From Tradition
The New York Times

The Rise and Fall—and Rise—of “Jewess”
Nextbook