Seyward Darby

At hundreds of rehab facilities that aren’t tracked by the federal government, recovery means work without pay, and with little regard for safety.

“A cash-strapped rancher, a virus-stricken meatpacker, an underpaid chef, a hungry engineer: the journey of a single burger during a pandemic.”

In 2018, a car careened onto a baseball field in Sanford, Maine, killing one spectator. Fifty years before, in upstate New York, a car had hit and killed a little girl. The two incidents were part of the same remarkable story.

“Even those most irony-poisoned among us can wrap ourselves around the fullness of Pure Moods as a pop object that’s completed its natural tour of meaning: a curio first taken in earnest, then as a joke, now as a museum fixture that holds both forces in its heart at once.”

Letters from four women to their unborn children, written in an uncertain world.

How a Black Lives Matter protest rocked a small town, exposing divisions few people wanted to see.

“How a young talent from East London went from open-mic nights to making the most sublimely unsettling show of the year.”

A megachurch pastor kept his son’s attraction to children secret. Then his other son blew the whistle.

“Clint Lorance had been in charge of his platoon for only three days when he ordered his men to kill three Afghans stopped on a dirt road. A second-degree murder conviction and pardon followed. Today, Lorance is hailed as a hero by President Trump. His troops have suffered a very different fate.”

“Immediately after 9/11, humorists struggled with what many called ‘the death of irony.’ Then ‘The Onion’ returned and showed everyone the way.”