• A marked woman

    When I decided to get a tattoo with a man I'd only known for two weeks, my children worried I'd lost my mind. But I knew that whether it was in ink or emotions, love would always leave me scarred.
  • Food slut

    People say great food is like great sex. But after two years of reviewing trendy restaurants, chatting with charming chefs, and indulging in fatted duck breast, I've lost my appetite.
  • The blogger who loathed me

    My cyber-nemesis had been trashing me for months. Then we met, and I had a chance to take a terrible revenge.
  • What kind of Latino am I?

    I'm a writer who grew up in the suburbs and went to an expensive private college. Why does my upbringing disappoint people?
  • Life sentences

    Novelist Mark Salzman, who spent four years teaching locked-up young hoods in L.A., talks about his students, their writing and how they inspired him to have a child of his own.
  • "The Spooky Art" by Norman Mailer

    In a new volume of advice to young writers, the great man of American letters weighs his own legacy -- and finds it wanting.
  • Straight from the heart

    The greatest love letters of all time share some techniques with direct-mail advertising, but the letters had a higher success rate.
  • Dear Concerned Mother

    My writing students in juvenile hall -- addicts, thieves, gangbangers -- have great parenting advice. All you have to do is ask.
  • Every dog has his day

    Mr. Blue takes his own advice and bids adieu.
  • Sex and the open stacks

    As an unsuspecting adolescent searching my local library, I was lured into the smoky den of literature by Anaïs Nin's erotica.
  • Dear Mr. Blue

    Our intrepid advice columnist prepares for open-heart surgery.
  • Late starter

    After years of obesity I lost 100 pounds, but women can still smell my inexperience and lack of confidence. I'm about to give up hope!
  • Hold your tongue!

    My otherwise wonderful boyfriend is a lousy kisser, all sticky, sloppy, needy and undisciplined. Ick!
  • Don't talk dirty to me

    Why can my 50-year-old boyfriend only speak about sex like a 12-year-old?
  • Solo blues

    Now that my friends are married, they seem to be allergic to socializing with an unmarried woman.
  • Kiss of death

    Out of nowhere, my dear friend kissed me and declared his devotion. I swear I wasn't flirting!
  • Technical difficulties

    What if the damsel in distress had a cellphone or Romeo had a pager? Modern gizmos make plotting a nightmare for writers.
  • Nouveau annoying

    My longtime friend married an older wealthy man and seems to have forgotten that not everyone makes six figures. Sometimes she's so insensitive I want to strangle her!
  • If these walls could talk

    I made a joke about my transgendered co-worker's looks, and I'm afraid she overheard me. I should probably fess up and apologize, but what if she didn't hear me?
  • What's religion got to do with it?

    After having sex the other night, my girlfriend asked me if I'd like to say a prayer. What if she comes out to me as a born-again?
  • Bad behavior

    My roommate spits on the floor and farts regularly, no matter who's present. Is there any delicate way to address this sensitive topic?
  • What's a guy to do?

    Snooping on my girlfriend's computer, I found a message in which she described herself as a "fun-loving lesbian." That's news to me!
  • Doing the right thing

    So I resisted the affair with the teeth-achingly beautiful young woman. Now I'm miserable!
  • Long-distance love

    I thought the Boyfriend away in graduate school was It, but then along came the Other Man, who lives right here.
  • Solo sex

    He insists on pleasuring himself before he sees me, so when we get together it's like trying to stuff a marshmallow in a piggy bank.
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