Jen Doll, who you have almost certainly read and enjoyed in your online wanderings, has given the world of wedding attendees a charming and appropriate gift in the form of Save the Date: The Occasional Mortifications of a Serial Wedding Guest. So we talked about it! Hi Jen! I read your book on the plane, and I always love your writing but, you know, it's about going to weddings, so I was pleasantly surprised…

Dear Dreamers, Now that the days are growing darker at an ever-earlier degree and we’re all heading back to school or adjusting to non-summer Fridays and the impending official end to summer, it’s time to look at dreams just a little bit differently. When I was a kid I read a story about a boy who realized he was dreaming in the middle of the dream, and in so doing, he found himself able to…

Previous installments in this series can be found here. Dear Dreamers, When last we convened, I asked for submissions of “pregnancy dreams” and promised the topic would be fodder for my next column. Just a bit of clarification: When I say pregnancy dreams, I mean dreams about being pregnant, or having a baby, or having a baby lion instead of a baby human (as a friend of mine once dreamed), or thinking you’re pregnant…

Dear Dreamers, Since last we convened, I have been a bit sleepless. I’ve woken up at 5 a.m. for a series of mornings, then tossed and turned restlessly for hours. When I finally am able to get back to sleep, my alarm clock rings, and my eyes can barely open to read Twitter from bed. Is this Mercury in retrograde or simply summer wining and whining? That is a matter for another column. Let’s…

Dear Dreamers, I have a recurring dream. It’s not the one you’ve probably heard mentioned, that stock high school mortification dream where you’re walking through hallways and past rows of lockers, everything peachy-keen except for the part where you're butt-naked and everyone is gaping at you. Despite your condition, in that dream, you keep parading through the hallways, privates unleashed, unable to do anything about it, and in the back of your mind you know…