Dog day blues
We were a new stepfamily, and only the puppy was missing. With Elsa, we lobbed a grenade into the mix
by Lily Dunn
Turning points
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
The psychic who healed me
It was just like her – my bold, dead mother – to show up in my life again. Or was grief playing tricks on me?
by Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein
My husband, the gun nut
Three years into a blissful relationship, my partner picked up a hobby that sent me spiralling
by Lindsey Harrington
A ghost in limbo
Two decades of anorexia obscured who I was beneath my sickness. Then a stranger saw me
by Miranda Gold
Money
When an investment tanked and buried us in debt, we had to face the truth of how we’d gotten there
by Carol Berkower
Synchronicity
Long ago, I gave a boy a greenfinch. That moment followed me in ways I’m still puzzling over
by Katia Ariel
Jaywalking man
Even before I got hit, I’d come to find unexpected bliss in waiting at street corners
by Lawrence Everett Forbes
The lost art of making a petroglyph
Inspired by 6,000-year-old rock art in Norway, I decided to create a new carving closer to home
by Rémy Noë
Alone with a she-wolf
Time slowed and adrenaline kicked in. The creature studied me, just another element in nature
by Melanie McGrath
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Lab at the edge of the world
When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
Money
When an investment tanked and buried us in debt, we had to face the truth of how we’d gotten there
by Carol Berkower
Confessions of a teenage fundamentalist
My world was dark and scary. But beautiful things crept in, and threats of hell just couldn’t compete
by Liz Boltz Ranfeld
Synchronicity
Long ago, I gave a boy a greenfinch. That moment followed me in ways I’m still puzzling over
by Katia Ariel
A life-saving boredom
For years, I sought to escape my own mind. Once I became fascinated by it, getting high lost its allure
by Rafael Frumkin
The lost art of making a petroglyph
Inspired by 6,000-year-old rock art in Norway, I decided to create a new carving closer to home
by Rémy Noë
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When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
A detour home, through Portuguese
Losing my mother tongue was painful and humiliating. Could learning a new language help me heal?
by Frances Nguyen
In the hole
A metaphor for depression became a catalyst, and I started to reinvent my approach to suffering
by Tasha Eichenseher
Scarred
The highway I’d helped build stretched before me. For the first time, I saw clearly what we had done
by JShawn Guess
Gun world
Is it possible to feel grief and survivor’s guilt after a mass shooting that didn’t occur?
by Jess Keefe
Sweetness and light
After years of subsisting on protein bars and iceberg lettuce, berry-picking brought me home to my body
by Jamie Cattanach
Dangerous things
Like the red-eyed tree frog tadpoles, my son and I fell into a new beginning
by Heather Swan
A sister who wasn’t ours
We were her foster family for two and a half years. We had no claim to her, but she became part of us
by Kelsey Day
The last blackout
Getting sober meant facing myself without the fog, and finding new ways to be gentle inside
by Michael Thomas Kincella