Visiting Disney World during times of loss and sorrow.

Seventy years after three of the bloodiest days in U.S. history, the battle continues to bring the missing men home.

Fast food used to be a transitional, temporary work. In Creston, Iowa, it has become a career.

The mother of a child born with a deformed brain responds, heartbreakingly, to an academic study claiming that people are happier without kids.

When it comes to representing pharmaceutical companies, a doctor’s medical record is far less important than his or her ability to sell.

Colombian traffickers have a new smuggling method of choice: specially designed submarines capable of carrying 10 tons of cocaine and covering 2,000 miles without refueling.

The detective work that led to the recovery of a trove of stolen Nazi art.

Dave Goodhouse can’t really make a living anymore. But he can’t get out either.

A profile of philosopher Timothy Morton, who wants humanity to give up some of its core beliefs.

Inside the big and not especially scientific business of lavender and frankincense.

He holds incredible power over women’s rights. New evidence shows he lied repeatedly about his history of harassment to get there.

The future of Tesla.

How a hacker shamed and humiliated high school girls in a small New Hampshire town, and how they helped take him down.

Many low-wage workers are confined to filthy bathrooms, can’t get breaks and even lose their jobs trying to pump.

The mentalist’s manipulation techniques give people too sophisticated to believe in the paranormal something quasi-scientific to hang on to.

As landlords and tenants go broke across the U.S., the next crisis point of the pandemic approaches.

More than 60 years after Brown v. Board of Education, New York’s schools remain separate and unequal.

In November 2012, Salvador Alvarenga went fishing off the coast of Mexico. Two days later, a storm hit and he made a desperate SOS. It was the last anyone heard from him—for 438 days.

He has worked for Apple, Google, AOL, the Rainbow Room. He hangs out with Steve Case, Gordon Ramsey, Tim Armstrong. He's a world-class surfer, a AAA baseball legend, the founder of a seminal punk band. He's one of the more persistent and obsessive grifters to ply the streets of New York City—not to mention online dating sites—in recent decades.

Madrid, 1937:

Then for a moment it stops. An old woman, with a shawl over her shoulders, holding a terrified thin little boy by the hand, runs out into the square. You know what she is thinking: she is thinking she must get the child home, you are always safer in your own place, with the things you know. Somehow you do not believe you can get killed when you are sitting in your own parlor, you never think that. She is in the middle of the square when the next one comes.

Rick Ross was born William Leonard Roberts II in 1976, and he borrowed his stage name (and the associated big-time cocaine-selling hustler persona) from the legendary L.A. drug lord Freeway Ricky Ross. But the website MediaTakeout uncovered a photograph of William Leonard Roberts II when he was a Florida corrections officer. Most people thought that'd be the end of his career. Freeway Ricky Ross then sued him for stealing his name. None of it mattered. Rick Ross the rapper just sold more records.

Jane Jacobs has a somewhat ambiguous legacy—or at least one that's contested by different factions in the present-day debate over cities and urbanism—but to me her most important idea is encapsulated in the title and spirit of this piece. It's old and, I think, utterly prescient about what successive waves of planning fads miss. The purpose of urban space is for people to use it. A great place is a place where people want to be.

-M. Yglesias