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Editor’s note: Natasha Huang’s article, below, came about as we met her and—as she explains below in fascinating fashion—she told us that she’d gone to Yale in order to figure out “how we got h
In the spirit of our passion to explore life’s big questions, we’re launching a movies column.
When Frodo Baggins left the Shire for his epic quest to take the One Ring to Mordor and destroy it in the fire of Mount Doom, he took three friends with him and left one behind.
Arrival landed on the perfect weekend.
My husband and I are both foreigners who have found our way to Arlington, Massachusetts, a Boston suburb and mainly white town which we call “ambivalent”: it’s progressive while conservative.
Two darkened figures, perched on stools near the coffee urns, give two thumbs up.
I got high the other day. On, okay, pizza.
I have this opinion about not expressing opinions on controversial subjects.
Within hours of one of Lionel Messi’s most spectacular performances several weeks ago, tweets, vines, videos, blogs, articles—and even a fake obituary for the defender that Messi embarrassed—multip
I’m a stay-at-home dad who writes and makes movies during naps and nights. I get a lot of time with my daughter these days, which is great.
“Where are you from?” It’s a question I get asked a lot, especially when I say anything in my mostly British accent, which is tinged with a Scottish lilt and touched with a dash of Northern Califor
In 2011, I spent a few months living in London. A university friend of mine organised me a room to rent in the house of a friend from her sports club.
The other day I was having coffee with my friend Mark, and we got around to talking about our frustrations. Being disappointed by our friends came up. Not having funds for a great idea.
New laws are seeking to promote religious liberty in places like Indiana and Arkansas. As the furor over these proposals rages, I am reminded of a time when I played the religious liberty card.