There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...

Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...

If we read Ditlevsen’s poems through the lens of Lessing, you could say that Ditlevsen’s so-called sentimentality is a poetic anachronism that functions as a subversive tool, an anachronism on a par ...

It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...

On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing effects of habit and symbol.” ...

The back-to-back scheduling made for a brutal schlep, but it was worth it: During my first week in New York, I saw, among other things, a group of Russian refugee children proclaiming their love for ...

Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a man, around his throat so desperate for my hand, I take off my ring. While ...

Each month, we comb through dozens of soon-to-be-published books, for ideas and good writing for the Review’s site. Often we’re struck by particular paragraphs or sentences from the galleys that stack ...

My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...