Every woman knows the delicate dance of standing up to pushy men while not coming off as “that bitch.” When I traveled solo in Iran, that mental dance became a nightmare.
I lived 26 years before I ever altered my religiously mandated facial hair. But I couldn’t stand the barrier it created between the modern world and me.
As a pediatrician at a hospital, I see tons of tragedy but am rarely given a moment to mourn. Taking just a few minutes to honor their lives helps me keep going.
When there’s a murder or mysterious death in remote areas of Alaska, corpses are flown in to the state morgue. This is what it’s like to run that airborne operation.
From tracking wolf-poachers and dodging bears to dissecting deer doodoo, the work of a traveling wildlife biologist isn’t pretty, but it sure is thrilling.
Sometimes my Polish-Jewish father and German-Catholic mother seemed like they really loved each other. But when the holidays came around, it was World War III.
Can an actual ache in their bones explain why so many Rust Belt voters flocked to the New York billionaire? A coalminer’s grandson digs deep to find out.
On our first vacation together, we fell in love in this idyllic Mexican beach town. When we returned among the throes of wedding insanity, it was clear what we had to do.
First we got divorced. Then our dog died. Then there was the terrifying close call when our eight-year-old got hit by a car. Through it all, I learned to focus on love and luck.
…But then I discovered a beautiful pocket of my childhood India that had survived.
Covering the school shooting was the most important work I’ve done as a journalist. My photos are the furthest thing from fake news.
At first I thought I was having a stroke. Then I find out this bizarre sleep disorder is more common than I ever imagined—and I finally learned how to shut it out.
As cookie-cutter condos rise around us, we need DIY community spaces now more than ever.
When my boyfriend left for an overseas trip, I had no clue about the pet-sitter’s nightmare that awaited me.
My friend grew up working the fields in Cuba, where Castro was the people’s patron. I was raised in Florida, where he was the face of evil. Like millions of other Cubans, she and I spent this week discussing how the truth was never so black and white.
As a twelve-year-old trainee I hand-fed hippos, hugged orangutans and was even bit by a baby tiger. Now that I’m an adult I wonder if kids these days need a little more dangerous freedom.
When my daughter was born I had no idea I’d go from ecstasy to thoughts of cracking her head open and throwing myself out of a moving car. This dark side of motherhood needs to come out of the shadows.
The leather-bound memories of the beautiful bride and the tearful father-daughter dance were treasured by my in-laws. Mako had other ideas.