A weekend with the United Order of Tents, a semi-covert organization of black women.

On the interminable two weeks between a bad sonogram and the end of a pregnancy.

“The patron saint of adult thumb-suckers is a 65-year-old Long Island salesman who looks strikingly like Hunter S. Thompson, down to the tinted aviator sunglasses and bald spot.”

On settling in Los Angeles after life as a war correspondent in the Middle East.