Our feet carry us forward despite the circumstances. A series of memories from a life growing up on the periphery of privilege, and finding worth in what we are, rather than worthlessness in what we are not.
This year, Easter falls a week before the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination. As we draw nearer to both, a writer revisits her family’s story of the night Dr. King was killed, forty-eight years ago.
Each year in New York during the marathon, an intimate gathering of Holocaust survivors come together. A tapestry of memory unfolds, telling the powerful stories of the survivors and the courageous people who protected them.
What happens when we go too far in pushing against the "other" — whether in asserting our identity or in protecting ourselves from danger? Reminders that we must also open ourselves to the vulnerability of acknowledging our dignified differences and common ground.
The lingering pain of a traumatic history can create a sense of helplessness. But, reflecting on her family's suffering during the Holocaust, Sharon Salzberg realizes our redemptive agency in forming the path we take forward.
The voyage of discovery comes from seeing the world with grateful eyes. A poetic contemplation of aging, attention, and gratitude.
Thanksgiving is the one holiday when our columnist's family spent the day together. In her imperfect efforts to revive the tradition of her childhood Thanksgivings, Jane Gross discovers that even small gestures — like keeping a set of gaudy dishes — can be all the tradition she needs.
The KonMari method includes the simple act of asking the question, "Does this spark joy?" A woman testifies to the transformational potential of creating an organized, mindful space.
Home, connection, people, familiarity: we all yearn for something. Our producer Maia Tarrell shares a song by Indigenous Australian artist Geoffrey ‘Gurrumul’ Yunupingu that evokes that essential yearning for connection and disconnection all at once.
Forgiveness is not easily granted. But, summoning the deepest compassion for ourselves and others may allow both parties to move on without bitterness. Through the bittersweet story of her friend, Sharon Salzberg imparts a lesson about the shifting course of relationships and a path to peace.
Pediatric oncologists and parents alike are searching for someone to help them bear the suffering they must witness. An essay reflecting on doctors, Dante, and treating children with cancer.
A weekly roundup of the many things surfacing and playing out in the world with some of our favorite writers and thinkers.
This year commemorates the 100th anniversary of the Armenian genocide. An Armenian-American woman contemplates the periphery of pain, the legacy of silence and suffering — inviting the Armenian diaspora and "the world to listen with us."
This past week has been one of extreme darkness and anxiety. But how do we, individually and collectively, think through and deal with these moments of our lives? A survey of writers on finding our way and building the beloved community we aspire to.
Have our funeral rituals disengaged us from the embodied act of physically burying the dead? A grandson on the our discomfort about death — and we can reconnect with the lives we lost.
A brother contemplates the loss of his sister to cancer, the place where she searched for home, and the stories that rise up within him.
The power of song on the radio connects three worlds to one woman, ushering her into the eternal present by conjuring up memories of the past.
Our executive editor rounds up things seen and unseen — from poetry and trees to anger and rhythm.
During the High Holy Days, a daughter remembers her father and the blessing he was as he aged — with memory and a poem.
A mix of unexpected joy from a prairie trombone and a Finnish folk band playing AC/DC paired with a sage Nobel Prize-winning Bengali, a nonagenarian from Boston, and columnists Parker and Courtney. Quite swath of things to think about and carry into the week.
Some good humor on forgetfulness and poignant verse from the poet Billy Collins to sweeten the swallow.
Musing on the hidden lives and legacies of objects and how "heaven is being a memory to others," our Twitter recap of a spacious conversation between philosopher-artist Dario Robleto and Krista Tippett.
A poem about friendship and intimacy, waiting and being present in the moment that is heartbreaking and heartening in its song.
Last fall the idea to visit the family graveyard came to mind for the first time in ages. Día de Los Muertos seemed like the perfect excuse to make the journey. I allowed life and distance to keep me away, however, and I never went.
I am not Latina, but I did develop a strong appreciation for Mexican culture while studying midwifery on the Texas/Mexico border. When I moved home to Georgia, I kept a piece of Mexico in my heart. Since the first idea to celebrate my ancestors Mexican-style entered my mind last year, the urge had only grown stronger. So as November approached this year, I resolved to do it. I invited my two sisters. One said she’d bake a casserole and we planned to picnic at the cemetery. On October 31st, they both cancelled on me. I was determined, however, and went anyway.
A song of childhood torture from the back of the family station wagon becomes one of solitude during commutes and nighttime lullabies.