“Forgive and forget” is my life’s guiding policy. That’s why I don’t murder people—I forgive them. Only then can I find blessed forgetfulness. Like last week, when my neighbor took my mail by mistake. I told her she was forgiven, and I meant it. Then there was the clumsy barista …

For almost two years I stared at the ceiling in my tiny flat, trapped by both fear and government regulations. All I could do was hope that I’d get the chance to see her again. When the end of lockdown was in sight, I tried every trick I could to …

Shit happens in threes. The week’s bad news began in his doctor’s office. “Your job is literally killing you, Arthur,” she said. “Keep up this pace and your health will continue to deteriorate. If you are in a position to retire, I strongly recommend it.” Arthur Rice knew she was …