It all started at Tower Records in 1992 when a CD single of a woman wearing a necklace made of scallions caught my eye.

My husband, originally from California, wants to spend the day in New York City during the holidays.

While my real husband watches TV, I decide to see what life would be like with an AI husband.

People always assume I have a wife who, of course, doesn't exist.

A look at some very dark times.

John recalls one of the best Christmases he ever had.

Love in the pre-computer age

It’s Tuesday afternoon on a beautiful September day and I’m sitting alone in St. Thomas Church on 5^th Avenue in New York City, crying that I can't have an orgasm. I’m still crying when I hear it. Random staccato notes on the pipe organ. I laugh, imagining a cat has broken into the organ room and is walking haphazardly across the keys. This isn’t how I expected my day to go, but here we are.