Mirrors are sparkly and shiny and hypnotic. They’ve fascinated us for thousands of years. And they might show us a lot more about our society’s misplaced priorities than we care to see.
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Posted inCurrent Events, Profiles & Interviews, Story
Maybe We’re the Circle
Megan Stielstra and Nicole Piasecki talk about the shooting that changed their lives, who owns the story, and what to do with fear. Part three of a three-part series on gun violence.
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction
Finding My Identity By the Light of My Mother’s Menorah
The African American son of a white mother, Santi Elijah Holley revisits Hannukahs past with his Jewish forebears.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
Finding My Identity By the Light of My Mother’s Menorah
The African American son of a white mother, Santi Elijah Holley revisits Hannukahs past with his Jewish forebears.
Posted inCrime, Feature, Food, Nonfiction, Story
The Caviar Con
When caviar-crazed Eastern Europeans flocked to Warsaw, Missouri to poach eggs from a vulnerable species of fish, federal agents went undercover and spent two years to build a case against them.
Posted inNonfiction
I’ll Be Loving You Forever
My best friend and the New Kids on the Block, 30 years later.
Posted inNonfiction
Finding the Soundtrack to My Desert Life
In the ’90s, discovering the music of Friends of Dean Martinez helped Aaron Gilbreath stop running and appreciate life in his native Arizona.
Posted ininvestigations, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
This Is How a Woman Is Erased From Her Job
After taking over from George Plimpton, Brigid Hughes was pushed out as the editor of The Paris Review and omitted from the magazine’s history.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
My Brown Dad Voted for Trump
Anjoli Roy struggles to understand the conservative father she dearly loves.
Posted inNonfiction
Mountains, Transcending
“Ever since I was five years old,” wrote opera singer–turned–Buddhist lama Alexandra David-Néel, “I craved to go beyond the garden gate, to follow the road that passed it by, and to set out for the Unknown.”
