My beliefs as a conservative evangelical teenager were dogmatic and fervent — until they weren't. Now I know there was never any place in that faith tradition for someone like me.
The unspoken question of endless browsing is "What do I need?" What I needed was less.
Sometimes mindlessness and mindfulness feel the same.
Still dealing with the fallout 13 years later, Scott Petinga is on a mission to educate other men.
When I couldn't make ends meet as a freelancer, I started delivering food to hungover teenagers.
Melissa Chadburn goes undercover as a temp worker.
Nobody can escape 2017, a year when the aesthetics of white nationalists even made their way into a queer salon in Brooklyn.
Kathryn Rossetter performed eight times a week with Hoffman in "Death of a Salesman" — but, she writes, a dream job soon became "a horrific, demoralizing and abusive experience at the hands (literally) of one of my acting idols."
No one dies in a forest fire when they're that close to home. We weren't outdoorsy enough to die in a forest anywhere. Or so it seemed to me.
People will give you a strange look when you cry in public while watching "Return of the Jedi," no matter how good the reason.
It's literally shampoo and conditioner that can be used for horses or for people. It gets the job done, and it's cheap as hell.
Products meant to make me feel better just stressed me out more.
Shelby Vittek reflects on the bittersweet experience of watching herself be born — and her now-divorced mom and dad become parents — again and again.
The lack of nuance in the voluntourism backlash is not only unfair to people who want to broaden their worldview, it works against the interests of our increasingly divisive world.
Liz Weill on the difficulties of raising a teen daughter, with commentary from her daughter Hannah.
My husband's parents live in Spain, where ham is part of the culture — so when I turn it down, they take it as a symbol of bigger issues.
What a silent evening with an author I admired taught me about solitude and writing well.
A collection of stories about the complex relationships we have with our aunts.
There was Heidi, who rode the same bus as I did every day in junior high. Tara, whom I met at the neighborhood pool. Abby, a cellist. Colleen from gym class. And Allison, who shared my love for the Detroit Tigers. These crushes had given a shape and rhythm to my days.
Nicole spent years living with a charming man, but she always seemed to be doing something wrong. Eventually she began to realize that it wasn't her that was the problem, it was him — and when she met one of his previous girlfriends, Elizabeth, everything made sense.
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