I’ve been struck by how many conversations revolve around our labels. "I’m ADD, OCD, manic, depressed, disabled, handicapped, diabetic." The list goes on and on. We throw out labels as if they clarify ...

For the year 2024, I have a small wish: Not to be insulted so often by warning labels intended for morons. For example, I’ve never been tempted — no matter how hungry — to rip open that tiny, padded ...