
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
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations

As a hospital chaplain, I watched lives end, faiths fracture and certainties crumble. My job was holding hands in the dark
by Nettie Reynolds

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

I’ve always been terrified of spiders, yet one day I adopted the daddy longlegs in my bathroom
by Ruth Kogen Goodwin

After my brother Chris died by suicide, my other brother Dave tried to kill me. Here’s how I survived
by Anita Lambert

When a big deposit appeared from nowhere in my account, it changed my life – but not how you’d think
by Kelvin Njeri

Each cycle of steam and cold brought me closer to the land, my mother, and the version of myself I’d left behind
by Katja Pettinen

A bike crash left my husband paralysed. What happened next taught me something profound about community
by Sadie Witkowski

When I spoke like someone I wasn’t, people listened more closely. What did that say about them – and me?
by Erica Mayor

I’m not infertile, but I experience recurrent miscarriages. I worry about how many more I can take
by Jami Nakamura Lin

I was a pushover with a habit of picking cheating men as boyfriends; then one of them pushed me too far
by Patricia Olsen

Two decades of anorexia obscured who I was beneath my sickness. Then a stranger saw me
by Miranda Gold

When I spoke like someone I wasn’t, people listened more closely. What did that say about them – and me?
by Erica Mayor

A smart, educated woman, there’s no way I could have ended up in an abusive relationship, could I?
by Zoe Michaels

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

We were a new stepfamily, and only the puppy was missing. With Elsa, we lobbed a grenade into the mix
by Lily Dunn

Each cycle of steam and cold brought me closer to the land, my mother, and the version of myself I’d left behind
by Katja Pettinen

I’d long had a rocky relationship with my dad. Then, a predatory caregiver took over his life
by Mark Teich

I was a pushover with a habit of picking cheating men as boyfriends; then one of them pushed me too far
by Patricia Olsen

Two decades of anorexia obscured who I was beneath my sickness. Then a stranger saw me
by Miranda Gold

When I spoke like someone I wasn’t, people listened more closely. What did that say about them – and me?
by Erica Mayor

A smart, educated woman, there’s no way I could have ended up in an abusive relationship, could I?
by Zoe Michaels

I wanted conviction to tell me if I could be gay and Catholic. My convictions told me something bigger
by Will Martino

I’d long had a rocky relationship with my dad. Then, a predatory caregiver took over his life
by Mark Teich

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

As a crime reporter, I wrote about people behind bars. I learned much more when I began writing to them
by Amelia Arvesen

I was a pushover with a habit of picking cheating men as boyfriends; then one of them pushed me too far
by Patricia Olsen

At a Texas convent, what could a sublimely uncouth sister in her mid-80s teach me about helping people?
by Ronald W Dworkin

I loved my three sons but still yearned for a girl. Why did this fill me with such shame?
by Emma Wilkins