An investigation into how the NYPD responds to sexual assault cases.

The Belgian forward’s journey to greatness.

How Viagra went from a medical mistake to a $3 billion industry.

On growing up, writing, and succumbing to bullshit.

Inside Tesla’s factory, a medical clinic designed to ignore injured workers.

A visit to the massive Northern California surf break.

A fatal overdose, a stunning coincidence, and a mother’s long quest to heal.

A new approach to fighting the opioid crisis as it quietly rages on.

One man’s quest to save the music of the Holocaust.

Welcome to Toke-la-homa.

On trying, and failing, to qualify for the USA Olympic Marathon Trials.

A writer bears witness to New York’s endangered species.

On the tragic flood of elder death in the wake of COVID-19.

And as time arcs and stops and speeds and slows now, I watch myself ride the agony of the death. It’s not out of resistance, exactly, but a need to inquire into both time’s speed and the callous logic, basically eugenicist, that on bad days, the rest of the world seems to hold: that she was old enough to die this way.

On losing a brother and trying to get him home.

Did people first come to this continent by land or by sea?

"I think what Kanye West is going to mean is something similar to what Steve Jobs means. I am undoubtedly, you know, Steve of Internet, downtown, fashion, culture. Period. By a long jump. I honestly feel that because Steve has passed, you know, it’s like when Biggie passed and Jay-Z was allowed to become Jay-Z."

Forty-five years ago, Buzz Aldrin became the second man to walk on the moon. It made him one of the most famous people in the world. And it has haunted the rest of his life.

Gregg Bemis is an 87-year-old retired venture capitalist who owns the salvage rights to the Lusitania. He’s determined to prove an alternate theory as to why the ship was attacked in 1915. Unfortunately, the Irish government isn’t so into his plan.

“We take it that all young writers overestimate their work. It’s impossible not to—I mean if you recognized what shit you were writing, you wouldn’t write it. You have to believe in your stuff—every day has to be the new day on which the new poem may be it.”

There’s no telling how many guns there are in America—and when one gets used in a crime, no way for the cops to connect it to its owner. The only place the police can turn for help is a Kafkaesque agency in West Virginia, where, thanks to the gun lobby, computers are illegal and detective work is absurdly antiquated. On purpose.

The author on his reverence for water.

The journey of a river from source to mouth resembles our own journey from birth to death, an analogy oft remarked, and yet the beginnings and endings of rivers are as fictional as those we impose on stories. There are headwaters to headwaters and no river ever really ends.

In the aftermath of rape, a transition from prey to predator.

How Javaris Crittenton went from basketball phenom to standing trial on a murder charge.

A gardener in Newark, NJ tries to grow the world’s best peppers.

What to do about climate change.