A detour home, through Portuguese
Losing my mother tongue was painful and humiliating. Could learning a new language help me heal?
by Frances Nguyen
Memoir
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
Sweetness and light
After years of subsisting on protein bars and iceberg lettuce, berry-picking brought me home to my body
by Jamie Cattanach
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
Born of memory and mystery – the otherworldly works of a self-taught, unhoused artist
Directed by Tal Amiran
Lab at the edge of the world
When my daughter was bullied, I decided to homeschool her. A chain reaction ensued
by Lea Page
How I became a psychoanalyst by losing my keys
What are we really doing when we sit in a room with our patients and exchange some words?
by Jordan Osserman
Through Zuri’s eyes
She was a young gorilla, sitting alone in the Calgary Zoo. Once our eyes locked, I was in for a life-long connection
by Keriann McGoogan
Fieldnotes from my father’s funeral
I’d reported on earthquakes, murders and suicide attacks. I was still unprepared to watch my dad die
by Salman Masood
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
Mindie is a talented singer. She also doesn’t have legs. As a teen, it got complicated
A film by Megan Griffiths and Mindie Lind
Girl in the water
I’d saved someone from drowning. Had I done the right thing?
by James McConnachie
Love, shame and 325 bags of trash
In my mother’s hoarding house, I found something I wanted to keep
by Deborah Derrickson Kossmann
My great-grandfather poisoned drinkers during Prohibition
In a grim irony, his descendants – my grandmother and mother – struggled with drink. Here’s what I’d tell him about addiction
by Rebecca Lester
Shuli’s mother has known he was gay for years. Can they finally talk about it?
A film by Shuli Huang