The chocolate edible
When a weed-infused treat put me in a psychological tailspin, it reshaped what I knew about fear
by Ken Cunningham
Turning points
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
Body of water
In the pool, my softer, heavier self rediscovered motion and power – proof that this body, too, can swim
by Sarah Boon
Mosque and state
In post-Soviet Azerbaijan, religion was a hot new commodity. I bought into it, too
by Ilkin Huseynli
Living off a dying sea
I am the last in a long line of shark hunters. As the ocean fades, so too does our way of life
Julius Kaspar, as told to Bharath Thampi
The hard art of comfort
Sick in a London hospital, I understood the Book of Job and his rage at all the miserable comforters
by Lisa Simone Kingstone
The cage
In a heterosexual breakup, the script is clean: loss, anger, distance. Ours refused that narrative
by Margie Sarsfield
Painting myself back to life
I’d dealt with many illnesses. But when lupus left scars on my face, my suffering was suddenly visible
by Krystal Sital
A haunting in Brooklyn
At 25, I saw my grandfather’s ghost. At 52, I think of what it may mean to be a ghost
by Kathleen Donohoe
Thicker than blood
When polio left me unable to walk, my parents put me in a disability centre. There, I met Mommy
Sauda Bashir, as told to Kiprop Kimutai
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A haunting in Brooklyn
At 25, I saw my grandfather’s ghost. At 52, I think of what it may mean to be a ghost
by Kathleen Donohoe
My chatbot therapist
Constant access, near-perfect memory, analytic reach – ChatGPT provides things a therapist never could
by Sabela Guravich
The hard art of comfort
Sick in a London hospital, I understood the Book of Job and his rage at all the miserable comforters
by Lisa Simone Kingstone
Mosque and state
In post-Soviet Azerbaijan, religion was a hot new commodity. I bought into it, too
by Ilkin Huseynli
The family cancer
My brother and mother died of their disease way too young. I’ve been on standby for 45 years
Michele Jacob, as told to Larry Lindner
The long goodbye
Losing my father to forgetting and my brother to silence, I grieve the living in two different ways
by Steph Auteri
The cage
In a heterosexual breakup, the script is clean: loss, anger, distance. Ours refused that narrative
by Margie Sarsfield
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At 25, I saw my grandfather’s ghost. At 52, I think of what it may mean to be a ghost
by Kathleen Donohoe
My chatbot therapist
Constant access, near-perfect memory, analytic reach – ChatGPT provides things a therapist never could
by Sabela Guravich
The hard art of comfort
Sick in a London hospital, I understood the Book of Job and his rage at all the miserable comforters
by Lisa Simone Kingstone
The mudlark
After a lifetime of collecting artefacts from strangers’ lives, I’m finally ready to face my own past
by Marie-Louise Plum
The family cancer
My brother and mother died of their disease way too young. I’ve been on standby for 45 years
Michele Jacob, as told to Larry Lindner
My life as an alien
I know the cost of being misread – first as too Black, then as too white, and never as just myself
by Pamela Swanigan
Aftershock
A random shooting left me with crippling PTSD. Could magnetic stimulation of my brain quiet the terror?
by Madison Lamb
Learning to inhale
I brought my newborn to visit a hospice patient. It took me far from what I’d thought medicine was
by Lynn Hallarman
My chatbot therapist
Constant access, near-perfect memory, analytic reach – ChatGPT provides things a therapist never could
by Sabela Guravich
The Teds
Like characters outgrowing their creator, our teddy bears developed lives of their own
by Sam Firman