Let the mystery be
As a hospital chaplain, I watched lives end, faiths fracture and certainties crumble. My job was holding hands in the dark
by Nettie Reynolds
Memoir
From prison, a bank robber and acclaimed author reflects on time
Directed by Jason Young
Experiments in resistance
When I tested people’s blood after a protest, I discovered that science itself could be a form of dissent
Alexander Samuel, as told to Christine Ro
Arachnophobia
I’ve always been terrified of spiders, yet one day I adopted the daddy longlegs in my bathroom
by Ruth Kogen Goodwin
Brother love
After my brother Chris died by suicide, my other brother Dave tried to kill me. Here’s how I survived
by Anita Lambert
Accidental millionaire
When a big deposit appeared from nowhere in my account, it changed my life – but not how you’d think
by Kelvin Njeri
The circle held
A bike crash left my husband paralysed. What happened next taught me something profound about community
by Sadie Witkowski
Mind the accent
When I spoke like someone I wasn’t, people listened more closely. What did that say about them – and me?
by Erica Mayor
Again, again, again
I’m not infertile, but I experience recurrent miscarriages. I worry about how many more I can take
by Jami Nakamura Lin
Severe joy
I wanted conviction to tell me if I could be gay and Catholic. My convictions told me something bigger
by Will Martino
Stealing my father
I’d long had a rocky relationship with my dad. Then, a predatory caregiver took over his life
by Mark Teich
Footloose in Havana
In China, I was used to treating my body like a problem. In Cuba, everyone seemed at home in theirs
Syren Chan, as told to Lavender Au
More than a mugshot
As a crime reporter, I wrote about people behind bars. I learned much more when I began writing to them
by Amelia Arvesen
My swindler sweetheart
I was a pushover with a habit of picking cheating men as boyfriends; then one of them pushed me too far
by Patricia Olsen
Converted by Sister Ruth
At a Texas convent, what could a sublimely uncouth sister in her mid-80s teach me about helping people?
by Ronald W Dworkin
The daughter I never had
I loved my three sons but still yearned for a girl. Why did this fill me with such shame?
by Emma Wilkins