On the utter brutality of life in the tent cities, one year after the earthquake.

The future of Tesla.

The saga of Naji Mansour.

“The whole thing has a sort of Taylor Swift-meets-jihad feel.”

A report from the Central African Republic, where "acts of extraordinary cruelty have become commonplace."

A dispatch from Anthony Scaramucci’s SALT Conference.

The inside story of death and survival as the Carr Fire’s tornado of flames stormed Redding—and changed firefighting in a warming California.

A 2016 investigation into why Houston wasn’t ready for the next big hurricane.

Being a Muslim-American actor often means being really good at yelling “Allahu Akbar!” before someone kills you.

The button that ruined the internet—and how to fix it.

The paper reports on a battle of its own.

A father’s life, one year after the death of his three daughters in a fire.

“Five years, four judges, six lawyers, $400,000 in attorney and expert fees and costs, a child yanked back and forth, [and] petty arguing.” Chronicling the slow end of one American marriage.

"I have the sensation, as do my friends, that to function as a proficient human, you must both 'keep up' with the internet and pursue more serious, analog interests."

An essay on technology’s reach into daily life.

How Tony Galeota went from mobbed-up teen on Long Island to legendary strip club manager in Miami to distraught prisoner in a Panamanian jail.

A trip down America’s most haunted road.

Carol, who was out for a walk one afternoon, saw me marching around and shouted across the street: “YOU SURE WANT TO FIND THAT CAT!”

“YES,” I yelled back. “I SURE DO.”

Jared Johns found out too late that swapping messages with the pretty girl from a dating site would mean serious trouble. If only he had known who she really was.

The FBI couldn’t find Ryan Eugene Mullen. Neither could a trio of private investigators. Only Michelle Gomez knew where to look.

No one really knows the script for days like these, and neither did we.

On “Night Stalker” Richard Ramirez,who terrorized Los Angeles and San Francisco through a string of over 30 home invasion murders starting in 1984 and ending when he was recognized and apprehended by an angry mob.

“The idea for Handybook occurred to me when I was studying at Harvard. It was so hard to find a reliable cleaning service to tidy my apartment! You know?”

Arnold Weiss escaped Germany as a kid in 1938, leaving his family behind. He returned seven years later, now a U.S. intelligence officer tasked with tracking down fugitive Nazis. The ultimate revenge story.

How one of New York’s major trash haulers does business.

I know dudes like me aren’t supposed to talk about depression, but I’ll talk about it. If a real motherfucker like me can struggle with it, then anybody can struggle with it.