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D.J. Levien

Empty Rooms Filled By a Boy’s Life

I recently turned the key to the apartment that my wife and I had once called home and encountered a setting that was both familiar and strange. Our stuff was there, but the place no longer looked or smelled like it belonged to us. The tenants who had sublet the place had moved our furniture, Read More

So Men Are Back? Not in Suburbia

I stood outside, admiring the supremely well-greened turf of the two-plus-acre spread on a ritzy street in mid-country Greenwich. I sipped my cocktail. I’d already toured the 5,000-square-foot modern house and seen the art collection. The marble-dusted lap pool gurgled aqua only yards away. Two other male guests and I stood with our host, and Read More