Extracts

How this new condition changes language, not we or us or ours but I and me and mine, mine alone the hollow hours.

On the crest of Hopetoun Bridge, I stop and take a selfie.

I’m sitting in my therapy room across from a young woman.

At the age of somewhere between forty and forty-two — he didn’t know exactly how old he was — Wilde finally found his father.

Everyone in my family has killed someone. Some of us, the high achievers, have killed more than once.

‘Hello, Vogue! ¡Buenos días! This is Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and I am here to walk you through my skincare and red lip routine.’

In a cramped hotel room high above the prayer-flag-strewn streets of Thamel, the main tourist district of Kathmandu, Nepal, Cecily snapped her laptop shut.

AnnieLee had been standing on the side of the road for an hour, thumbing a ride, when the rain started falling in earnest.

Though it seemed to be impossible, even miraculous, it happened.

To read when you are feeling anxious.

The slow gulps of my sister’s Fish turn our thoughts back to the sea.

Women today have more opportunities than our mothers and grandmothers ever had, and yet the societal structures we must navigate to claim and own some of these opportunities can still lead us to question our abilities and our power.

ecades of research overwhelmingly shows that the number one factor that helps us adapt to challenging circumstances is social support.

It was strange climbing the hill again above the town.

Earning extra money on the side can be an incredible way to reach your financial goals or launch your own business.

The touch of his hand, lightly circling my belly button, woke me. Still half-asleep, I enjoyed the feel of his fingers tracing lower.

Some men speak of angels and devils.

CARTER VON OEHSON MIXED himself a tall gin and tonic from behind the polished mahogany bar of his father’s billiard room, topping it off with a squeeze of lime.

Here he is in the furthest corner of an antique desert, just one of a string of people who move silently across the sand.

They said I was a drug addict.

When is the last time you had fun? I’m serious. Think about it.

The first three men came stumbling into town shortly after ten a.m., babbling of dark shapes and eerie screams and their missing buddy Scott and their other buddy Tim, who set out from their campsite before dawn to get help.

THE VIDEO SHOWS a little girl alone in her bedroom.

There aren’t many rules of singlehood, but I have made a few for myself in the two (if anyone asks, but really it’s four) years in which I’ve been single.