The military wants future super-soldiers to control robots with their thoughts.

Home-funeral guides believe that families can benefit from tending to—and spending time with—the bodies of their deceased.

A husband’s stroke, the Australian bushfires, and a trip to the Great Barrier Reef.

Trump transformed immigration through hundreds of quiet measures. Before they can be reversed, they have to be uncovered.

The dark and dangerous world of extreme cavers.

How child molesters get away with it.

On a 1955 ferris wheel accident.

When the Champ met Castro.

The legacy of Benihana.

An essay on insomnia.

An argument for working less.

The angry last days of Ty Cobb.

On Azealia Banks.

Pacquiao and his entourage.

An essay on audiobooks.

When it’s finished, architect Adrian Smith’s Jeddah Tower will be the tallest building in the world, over a kilometer high. He’s already thinking about pushing past a mile in the air.

Sexual harassment. Hate speech. Employee walkouts. The Silicon Valley giant is trapped in a war against itself. And there’s no end in sight.

Trawick was alone in his apartment when an officer pushed open the door. He was holding a bread knife and a stick. “Why are you in my home?” he asked. He never got an answer.

At 37, Brian Wallach was diagnosed with the fatal disease. So he tapped a lifetime of connections to give help and hope to fellow sufferers—while grappling with his own mortality.

A closer look at the economics of Black pop culture reveals that most Black creators (outside music) come from middle-to-upper middle class backgrounds, while the Black poor are written about but rarely get the chance to speak for themselves.

At Moody Bible Institute, purity culture and complementarianism have worked together to forgive abusers and punish the abused.

Coping with a brother’s suicide.

We tell stories about the dead in order that they may live, if not in body then at least in mind—the minds of those left behind. Although the dead couldn’t care less about these stories—all available evidence suggests the dead don’t care about much—it seems that if we tell them often enough, and listen carefully to the stories of others, our knowledge of the dead can deepen and grow. If we persist in this process, digging and sifting, we had better be prepared for hard truths; like rocks beneath the surface of a plowed field, they show themselves eventually.

Oliver Stone wanted a hit—and the chance to put America’s most iconic dissident onscreen. The subject wanted veto power. The Russian lawyer wanted someone to option the novel he’d written. The American lawyer just wanted the whole insane project to go away. Somehow a film got made.