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
Turning points
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
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
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
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My chatbot therapist
Constant access, near-perfect memory, analytic reach – ChatGPT provides things a therapist never could
by Sabela Guravich
Loafing around at Rikers
What making – and breaking – bread in jail taught me about work and friendship
by J V
A psalm for lost spaces
You have to sit down somewhere, unhurried and unbothered, to really hear yourself. But where?
by Atar Hadari
The empathy lie
In medicine, empathy came easy. In friendship, it fell apart. An autism diagnosis helped me understand why
by Zoë Read
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 art of hiking
The desert acted as a mirror that seemed to say: you are like me – harsh, inventive, and full of life
by Skye Anicca
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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
Loafing around at Rikers
What making – and breaking – bread in jail taught me about work and friendship
by J V
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
Trafficked
Cast out by my family as a child, I was groomed by a sex trafficker. I’m finally done with cowering
Jose Alfaro, 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
Loafing around at Rikers
What making – and breaking – bread in jail taught me about work and friendship
by J V