Adventures in intimacy prompted by my best friend’s death — Our first kiss was the night we met. We were in a barely lit ping-pong-slash-jazz-bar in the Village. I had watched The Piano Man perform at a venue down the street just hours before, and early on in the evening, I declared to our mutual friends, “I’m going to kiss…

My best friend Nora sparked joy in a way that Marie Kondo never could — 1. My best friend is dying. When I say “best friend,” it never feels like the right word to describe my relationship with Nora. In so many ways, we were extensions of each other. Born on different days but just hours apart. One in the same though always on different paths…