Why an expert in counterterrorism became a beat cop.

Can we treat psychosis by listening to the voices in our heads?

They got heart transplants on the same day. Then they fell in love.

A mysterious wild cat in Sri Lanka may hold a clue.

More than 50 foreclosure stories have one word in common: Nightmare.

The haunting of 657 Boulevard in Westfield, New Jersey.

Johnson & Johnson knew for decades that asbestos lurked in its Baby Powder.

Unregulated dams across Texas are increasingly failing—putting people and property in jeopardy.

The long fight against racism in romance novels.

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

Can his cerebral politics still galvanize voters in an age of extremes?

How acute childhood trauma infects and compromises relationships later in life.

What happens when humans, not algorithms, are in charge.

A hundred and fifty years ago, slightly more, a strange notion: the dead could be counted. In the Civil War, in the lush fields of the South, Americans first, as a culture, began to imagine death in numbers. Rosters of soldiers, as well as lists of war casualties, were not common practice in the mid-nineteenth century. Many officials feared responsibility for the dead by numbering or naming them, and military leaders felt an accurate count might embolden their enemies.

In 1992, thousands of furious, drunken cops descended on City Hall—and changed New York history.

In a sea of skeptics, this physician was one of fibromyalgia patients’ few true allies. Or was he?

In Oakland, California, when it comes to Black homelessness and dispossession, dystopia is already here.

A first-person account of the author’s time spent volunteering with a group of Burmese activists in Thailand, who turn out to be not Korean but in fact Karen, members of Burma’s persecuted ethnic minority. In the course of her time there, they show her videos of their risky forays across the border, and she shows them MySpace.

In the 1880’s, a shabbily dressed man popped up in numerous America cities, calling upon local scientists, showing letters of introduction claiming he was a noted geologist or paleontologist, discussing both fields at a staggeringly accomplished level, and then making off with valuable books or cash loans.

In 1962, Siffre spent two months living in total isolation in a subterranean cave, without access to clock, calendar, or sun. Sleeping and eating only when his body told him to, his goal was to discover how the natural rhythms of human life would be affected by living “beyond time.”

On the Google conundrum:

It’s clearly wrong for all the information in all the world’s books to be in the sole possession of a single company. It’s clearly not ideal that only one company in the world can, with increasing accuracy, translate text between 506 different pairs of languages. On the other hand, if Google doesn’t do these things, who will?

A diagnosis in question.

A profile of a doctor fighting Ebola in Uganda.

An American journalist on being kidnapped, tortured and released in Syria.

The life’s work of Cosmo editor-in-chief Helen Gurley Brown.