Through the windows of an express train from Kyoto, Japan, to a whisky distillery on Mount Kaikoma, my colleagues admired the views and calmly discussed the agenda for the day. Distracted and annoyed, ...

When it began, in my twenties, a year or two into my first marriage and teaching job, I had no name for it. It was a kind of fit around bedtime. My calf muscles would tighten as if some malign giant ...