How do you tell the world you are grieving? In my case, it was a year-long Twitter thread about finding the things that made me feel better.

A portrait of three high school kids in Arizona forced to live on their own after SB 1070.

What happens when we’re tracked everywhere we go?

A physician becomes convinced he’s dying.

On Mark Twain’s recently released memoir.

In Kansas, girls didn’t have a wrestling championship. Mya Kretzer changed that.

Critics call it “the radio of pimps and vagina-sellers.” But a popular new call-in show is helping a generation of Afghans navigate a battlefield full of strife and confusion and fear: modern love.

Most tycoons give big to one or two universities as their children approach college age. David Shaw gave to seven.

Race and major league pitcher Chris Archer.

How Sepp Blatter controlled soccer.

On the strengths and limitations of the Republican frontrunner:

“The Mormon’s never going to win the who-do-you-want-to-have-a-beer-with contest,” concedes one adviser, while another acknowledges, “He’s never had the experience of sitting in a bar, and like, talking.”

Why our old narratives about race and culture “just don’t fit anymore.”

On the actress’s stellar year.

An early profile of Diane Keaton.

The inside story of how the U.S. missed the 2018 World Cup.

On what you do and don’t learn in medical school.

“A quarantine facial-hair experiment led me to a deep consideration of my Blackness.”

On collecting books.

I have lived in books, for books, by and with books; in recent years, I have been fortunate enough to be able to live from books. And it was through books that I first realised there were other worlds beyond my own; first imagined what it might be like to be another person; first encountered that deeply intimate bond made when a writer's voice gets inside a reader's head.

She secretly recorded her brother, Holland’s most notorious criminal, confessing to multiple murders. Will he exact revenge?

Exploring the relationship between authors and their parents.

It mattered to her that she could have, or might have, been a writer, and perhaps it mattered to me more than I fully understood. She watched my books appear with considerable interest, and wrote me an oddly formal letter about the style of each one, but she was, I knew, also uneasy about my novels. She found them too slow and sad and oddly personal. She was careful not to say too much about this, except once when she felt that I had described her and things which had happened to her too obviously and too openly. That time she said that she might indeed soon write her own book. She made a book sound like a weapon.

In Aug. 2008, the U.S. military called in an airstrike on its own security guards in Afghanistan. Dozens of children were killed.

A conversation with the former player, and new coach, about basketball, Beijing, and being understood.

“I love my mother a not-normal amount.”

“It’s insanity to kill your father with a kitchen knife. It’s also insanity to close hospitals, fire therapists, and leave families to face mental illness on their own.”