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
Turning points
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
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
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Stronger
When grief and distraction spun my mind out of control, only the strain of my muscles could keep it intact
by Nancy Uddin
My cousin Anna
As a Korean adoptee, I’d never expected to meet a blood relative. Then a 23andMe email landed in my inbox
by Andrew Lee
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
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
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
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
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When grief and distraction spun my mind out of control, only the strain of my muscles could keep it intact
by Nancy Uddin
My cousin Anna
As a Korean adoptee, I’d never expected to meet a blood relative. Then a 23andMe email landed in my inbox
by Andrew Lee
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
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
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
The unravelling
I’d lived through two eras: pre and post OCD diagnosis. Nothing prepared me for what the third era held
by Lux Alptraum
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
Fight like a mother
Doctors said my son would die. I wouldn’t believe them, raised millions of dollars and travelled the world for a cure
Amber Freed, as told to Lina Zeldovich