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My son suffered a gruesome injury at the beginning of summer—on the last day of school, just a few minutes before I picked him up from a get-together with his rat pack of middle-school pals. Tag in the woods behind the house, night coming...

What the Monongahela Taught Me

In a western Ukrainian town, a homeless community that served people for decades has taken on new meaning during the war.

I want my students to fall madly in love with Rosalind. She’s my favorite of all Shakespeare’s heroines, I tell them, pressing my hand to my heart, pretending to swoon.

Finding Refuge in Your Favorite Monsters

How doctors across the country—fed up, burned-out, and disillusioned—are trying to reclaim the soul of medicine.

We made a dance of all the ways

we’d hurt our bodies.

Even surgeons can be superstitious.