“Combing through decades of meal memories, and New York’s diamond district, to find a long-lost garlic dish from childhood.”
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In North Carolina, Juvenile Lifers See a Pathway to Freedom
“After the state’s previous governor granted clemency to people sentenced to life in prison as minors, others with juvenile life sentences are hoping the new administration.”
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In Kosovo, Techno Is a Symbol of Resilience
“Long a sacred space for catharsis and healing, the smoke-filled dance floors of Pristina have become the backdrop to a changing country.”
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My Quest to Find the Owner of a Mysterious WWII Japanese Sword
“When I was a kid, I was fascinated by a traditional katana my grandfather had brought home from Japan in 1945.”
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On Different Kinds of Love (and Our Top 5)
“Give me the complicated, the missed connections, the big gestures, the bittersweet endings. Give me the struggle, because it’s the struggle that makes it love.” Yes, today is that day. Dreadful for some of us, but delightful for others. (Especially all the excited school-age kids exchanging “Be My Valentine” messages—which, these days, are no longer […]
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Air Jordan Is Finally Deflating
“The brand’s rise and fall, and rise and fall again.”
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Altadena: Four Stories
For three weeks in January, the Eaton Fire raced through the small community of Altadena, California, destroying more than 9,000 buildings and killing seventeen people. Afterward, we invited four writers, all longtime local residents, to share memories, and photographs, of what burned, and what didn’t.
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In Defense of Despair
“The feeling is most commonly framed as an end point, a level of despondency that cannot be overcome. But it doesn’t have to be.”
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Daylighting a Brook in the Bronx
“An ode to an underground waterway and the restorative effort to unbury it.”
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Flipping Grief
“This is loss. Memory, damp and compact as clods of earth, is dried out in the marketplace and burned as turf.”
