“He was a convicted felon who found a niche in Seattle’s construction boom. As the region’s fortunes rose and fell—and rose again—so did his. Then a fatal boating accident came for Michael Powers’s fairy-tale ending.”

“Greenland’s melting has been adopted by the world as its own problem. But for the islanders grieving their dissolving world, the crisis is personal, and dangerous.”

Creating a clean, bright, supposedly “Californian” interior can create a transportive dining experience, but the aesthetic many restaurants are offering lacks the complexity and depth that now define California cuisine.

A personal essay in which Melissa Berman recalls what was said, and not said, between her and her beloved aunt as they approached her final year.

“If Maybelle Carter — mother of country music, without whom country and rock and roll guitar would not exist — can’t make the great guitar player list, how can women musicians expect to be seen at all?”

Kate Walter recalls attending Woodstock in 1969 with her boyfriend — a few years before they split up and both came out.

In 2017, the US medical device company Medtronic announced that it had implanted deep brain stimulation (DBS) equipment in 150,000 patients worldwide to reduce debilitating tremors. This is a powerful therapy, but have the risks proved to outweigh the benefits?

The story of former Immigration and Customs Enforcement lawyer Laura Peña — who went to work defending the migrants she used to prosecute — and a family separation case she recently fought in which false “evidence” had been used to detain her client.

In this personal essay, Lesley Hazleton not only makes peace with menopause, she sings its praises as a source of liberation from “want,” aka sexual desire.

How the Me Too Movement came to little Merced, California.

As part of the New York Times Magazine‘s 1619 package commemorating the 400th anniversary of the beginning of slavery in America, Nikole Hannah Jones writes about the crucial influence of black Americans — through resistance, and a never ending fight for equal rights for all — on democracy in this country. “More than any other group in this country’s history, we have served, generation after generation, in an overlooked but vital role: It is we who have been the perfecters of this democracy.”

With essays, poems, timelines, and photography, the New York Times Magazine’s 1619 Project commemorates the 400th anniversary of American slavery, retelling the story of America’s origins by “placing the consequences of slavery and the contributions of black Americans at the very center.”

“On Sunday we drive to prison. I have packed snacks for the children. They have charged their phones. We start early, when the roads are empty. I used to cry on this drive. Now I don’t. I don’t seethe anymore, either. And I’ve stopped hoping. Everything that could go wrong already did. No more detours are possible around the scorched landscape of our life. All I can do is witness.”

“But orange’s pop and fizz and alarming brightness still sparks in me — a reminder of how it feels to begin. It feels like joy, like the kick of a starting gun, like a banner flapping in the breeze.”

“Terese Marie Mailhot interviews Alicia Elliott and Arielle Twist about some recent triumphs in Indigenous literature — and about other triumphs still to come.”

“A tiny Alaskan island faces a threat as deadly as an oil spill — rats.”

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

The land called Big Island, Mississippi, is populated by tall tales about a murderous, moonshining frontiersman name Perry Martin, but the stories and thick woods that still cover this land preserve its old world magic. That’s what keeps one camper coming back.

“Personal experience has made me more invested in addressing the gross inequities depression exacerbates, in hammering home the human, societal, economic costs. The depth of depression’s debilitation and our reprehensible failure to address it consume me because I’m there, spending days paralyzed and nights wracked because my meds aren’t good enough.”

“A good thing about owning Barbies if you’re a little queer girl is that you can look at their naked bodies and not feel like anyone will say anything weird to you for it.”