My name is Evan Miller, twenty-five years old, an IT engineer in Portland, Oregon. I grew up in a small wooden house next…

The New York morning was cold and misty. The February wind seeped through the gaps in coats and whipped at the faces of…

Ethan Carr’s first morning as CEO of Halberd Dynamics began with the sound of leather shoes hitting the granite lobby. The clock struck…

JFK Airport was as cold as a giant emergency room on Monday morning. The electronic board flashed delays due to the Chicago snowstorm,…

January nights in New York have the kind of cold that breaks your breath. The wind blows down the avenue like a thin…

That winter, Wyoming was so cold that breath could shatter like glass. In the small town of Pine Hollow, the early February blizzard…

My name is Ellen Maynard, 34, an operations engineer for a solar company in the northern suburbs of Seattle. I live alone in…

Rain pattered outside the window, misting the glass, making the dining room seem like an old dream. My mother, Laura, was ladling soup,…

A week before her mother’s fifty-fifth birthday, Judith sat on the parquet floor of her living room, surrounded by a lovely battlefield: ivory-wrapped…

I still remember that evening – the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the scent of red wine and beef with mushroom sauce,…