Dear Diary: I was on the southbound 6 train in the Bronx. A well-dressed man sitting across from me was drawing with a pencil in a large, spiral-bound sketchbook. A young boy carrying a box of ...
"'I can’t explain it,' I told my husband. 'But it’s all-consuming. I go to bed thinking about her. I wake up thinking about her.'" View Entire Post › ...