Greed, gringos, diesel, drugs, shamans, seaweed, and a disco ball in the jungle.

High in the Karakoram, where the stubborn armies of India and Pakistan face off.

“In 1998, I helped convict two men of murder. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Looking for answers after an ayahuasca murder in Peru.

On a century of Muslim misrepresentation in Hollywood.

On the plight of indigenous suicide in Alaska.

The story of one of the great final acts in sports history.

“We know we down in this shithole together.”

A Bad Boy coaches in the WNBA.

On the epidemic of deaths in jails.

Giving birth as a black woman in America.

A profile of the youngest Black woman in Congress.

When the author’s wife was dying, his best friend moved in.

“There is no hierarchy in the web of life.”

How reading can lead to resilience in the most trying times.

“Has anybody in Westchester County ever called the New York Times his or her ‘friend’? I realize that the rest of America, in its post-Katrina fatigue, is pretty tired of hearing New Orleanians, the city’s acolytes and defenders, always carrying on about how it’s the most unique city in America, but, the fact is, it is. Get over it.

And so, too, is its newspaper.”

“Which is the largest country in the world, economically speaking? It’s America, the United States. Do you know why? Because way back—this is history, you can look it up on the Internet—the colonization was done by men who believed in the word of God. And they were tithers. That’s why you see on the dollar bill: ‘In God we trust.”

"I was a member of a fraternity that asked pledges, in order to become a brother, to: swim in a kiddie pool of vomit, urine, fecal matter, semen and rotten food products; eat omelets made of vomit; chug cups of vinegar, which in one case caused a pledge to vomit blood; drink beer poured down fellow pledges' ass cracks... among other abuses."

“I saw the son of a bitch while I was up on my tractor, running the rotary cutter along a wall of green sagegrass that was five feet high. It was August in Mississippi, hot, on over in the afternoon but not near sundown. The sky had softened, and the coyote was trotting along in the open like the most unconcerned thing you could imagine.”

John Ackerman has spent millions procuring a majority of the known caves in Minnesota, which add up to dozens of miles of underground passageways and likely make him the largest cave owner in the U.S. He collects and charts them in the name of preservation, but his controversial methods have created many opponents.

How Frank and Jamie McCourt bought the Dodgers for “for less than the price of an oceanfront home in Southampton” and eventually became entangled in one of the most expensive divorces in California history, which laid bare their finances and confirmed what many already knew: they had bankrupted one of the most storied franchises in baseball.

In all, the McCourts reportedly took $108 million out of the team in personal distributions over five years—a sum that Molly Knight, a reporter with ESPN who has extensively covered the story, notes is eerily similar to the cash payment that she says Frank McCourt has claimed he made for the team.

Adventures with a group of young Hasidic men looking for God in psychedelic drugs.

One man’s experience with a sex surrogate in gay-conversion therapy.

How sectarian violence has made life in northern Nigeria “incomprehensibly frightful.”