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I’m lonely and the only Black person inside the paid Cézanne 

exhibit today.

The Dissonance of Living in the Anthropocene

It isn’t the trees but the space

between the trees,

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.