Or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the gig economy — 9:00 a.m. I’m lying on my couch with my eyes closed, being productive. A dirty bicycle waits by the door, eager for adventure. Silently, in an iPhone on the coffee table beside me, an app called Fleet is scanning the city. The app was launched by a San Francisco–based company called Postmates…

When my plants thrived, the weight of my own grief began to lift — Two months after my wife left me, I found the baby palm tree. Biking home from the açai bowl restaurant where I work during the day, I had been mentally bracing myself for the too-familiar emptiness of the apartment when I saw the little guy. …

For better or for worse in the time of social media — We met in college. She was cute, blonde, studied in the same theater program as I did, and loved to laugh. We stumbled home together one night — she in a pillowcase dress, me in a pair of trousers constructed from garbage bags — after an “ABC” (Anything But Clothes)…