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‘If Any of My Old Friends Are Reading This, It Is Okay Out Here.’
Amber Scorah talks about committing the one unforgiveable sin: believing, then not believing.
Posted inNonfiction, Top 5
The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Ronan Farrow, Diana Nyad, Rachel Monroe, Ross Andersen, and Teresa Mathew.
Posted inCulture, Story
Lumbersexuality, a Sport and a Pastime
Why do people — mostly men — want to throw axes and dress like lumberjacks?
Posted inNonfiction
The Curious Tale of the Salish Sea Feet
To date, 21 disembodied feet have washed up on the shores of Seattle’s Salish Sea. What at first looked like the work of a serial killer turned out to be something even more unsettling: A message from the ocean about who we are.
Posted inBooks, Crime, Essays & Criticism, History, Nonfiction, Story
Jill the Ripper
True crime’s massive gender gap (95% of murderers are male) isn’t really one that needs fixing. And yet, since the beginning, a steadfast minority of Ripperologists have argued that Jack was really Jill.
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Unapologetic Women
Re: Hate Mail
After receiving a string of menacing emails, Amy Kurzweil wonders: Can she safely extend a writer’s empathy to men who harass her on the internet?
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
Re: Hate Mail
After receiving a string of menacing emails, Amy Kurzweil wonders: Can she safely extend a writer’s empathy to men who harass her on the internet?
Posted inNonfiction
The Death and Life of Aida Hernandez
In the story of one Mexican-American woman’s life, we can see the whole tragic story of the US-Mexico border’s transformation from a simple chain-link fence to a humanitarian crisis.
Posted inArts & Culture, Culture, Essays & Criticism, Feature, Story
Funk Lessons in Sonic Solitude
“Joi’s recorded performances embodied all the funkiness my little soul had been waiting for.”
