As a teen, Jabeen Akhtar discovered that trying to be an exceptional immigrant can make you do stupid things.
SBNation's Jon Bois and Spencer Hall discuss the various people they would not like to get into a fight with. It's good stuff.
To teach my sick husband how to eat again, I turned to 19th century recipes for bone broths, gruels and custards.
Just two days before Amazon's Brooklyn event, the company revealed the concert would be headlined by Ariana Grande, the babyish, recently engaged pop star who stands approximately four SD cards tall. Suddenly, Amazon's big, stupid box presented a more intriguing opportunity.
I've always had trouble reading social cues, but in the strip club, where rules and roles are crystal clear, I finally learned to connect.
A couple of years ago, I decided to stop taking photographs. I've never been one to hold on to physical possessions. It only felt right, then, that I rid myself the escape of digital ones, too.
I spent 11 months in US immigration detention. Here's what happened.
Before I was old enough to fully understand I was transgender, I found Asimov's "The Robots of Dawn."
African intellectuals tend to blame the West for the slave trade, but I knew that white traders couldn't have loaded their ships without help from Africans like my great-grandfather.
Joy is a place where you can be high as hell with a bacon-wrapped banh mi hot dog in one hand and a paddlefish caviar canapé in the other.
A thermal solar breeze that envelops me, the air neither roasted nor chilled, neither barren nor humid, just clement. I return the sun’s glare, and there I see it: blue sky undraped, a scant semblance of clouds, a glimpse of heaven on a mild summer day.
A few months ago, I received a cryptic message from Airbnb that sounded like something straight out that Black Mirror episode with Jon Hamm: "We regret to inform you that we’ll be unable to support your account moving forward. This decision is irreversible."
German tennis player Andrea Petkovic meets the band.
Making these doughnuts doesn't require any fancy equipment, or even basic cooking equipment that most people have acquired by the time they're in their mid-20s but that I haven't gotten around to buying yet.
In the end, the shape-shifting magic was mine.
In the months that followed my friend's death in a car crash, fiction stopped working for me.
Pablo Avendano was a food-delivery courier struggling to make ends meet. Then he was killed delivering an order.
I was told getting laid off from my dream job had nothing to do with me, but after I was let go, I felt like I had lost a part of myself that I couldn't get back.
Lucy Tan rediscovers Chinese through the fiction of Eileen Chang.
Then I used music to grieve my father's death.
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