Blindsided: A Dream Engagement Turned Nightmare
“Any serious doubts Don might have had about Teri didn’t creep in until after he received her out-of-the-blue breakup text. But the doubts turned to bewilderment six days later, on September 26, when Don’s old girlfriend showed up at his house in Lafayette to check on him, and instead ended up informing him of a devastating turn of events she had seen in the local news.”
The Problem With Crime Junkie
One of the hottest podcasts in the country has built a seven-figure business telling stories about true crime. Too bad the tales aren’t its own.
Blindsided: A Dream Engagement Turned Nightmare
Don Huckstep thought he’d found love. But when his fiancee Teri Deneka vanished after a mysterious text, her disappearance led him, police, and another family down a strange path of discoveries.
Man of Conviction
Mark Nicholson was convicted of manslaughter, served his time, and became a lawyer. He’s now one of Indianapolis’s top public defenders, defending the city’s poorest citizens.
Wabash College Is Not for Everyone
The author reflects on his experiences attending an all-male college in the early ’90s.
The Proposal
On paper, Joannah Bierzychudek’s new boyfriend—a successful surgeon and world-traveling mountain climber—seemed like Mr. Right. But then he started describing his detailed plans to kill his ex-wife.
Larry Bird’s Greatest Shot Was the One He Didn’t Take
How basketball great Larry Bird almost walked away from the game.
Dear Kate
A parent’s lessons on living with grief, 10 years after her daughter died.
The Boy with Half a Brain
Jeff and Tiernae Buttars made a difficult decision to have a portion of their son’s brain surgically removed to eliminate his seizures. The decision changed all of their lives.
Susan Cox Is No Longer Here
A group of volunteers helps make sure people are not alone when they are dying:
I sat in the room with the volunteers. Every three hours one of them would leave, and someone else would appear in the doorway. Amanda, Denise, Martha, and others. Noon, midnight, 2 a.m., 6 p.m., a rhythm.
They had found NODA in various ways. Amanda Egler read about it in a news app on her phone. Her grandmother had died the previous year, and it was fresh in Amanda’s mind that the death had been something of beauty, that her grandmother had been conscious until the very end, thankful that a constant flow of people were in her presence, sitting with her, the room never empty. Amanda read about NODA and considered what it might be like to die alone. “This is something very simple, but so important,” she said. “Because everyone is going to die, and to give three hours of your life, at the end of someone else’s, seems like the right thing to do.” She went to the first NODA volunteer meeting, just to listen.