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Lifelong lessons in yearning and style.

If I'd been oblivious to the multidimensional dangers seething below the surface of suburban life, the kids and the pool and the hillside out back brought them home to me.

The author discusses his story "The Pool."

Bong, in Crown Heights, combines chaotic party energy with thrillingly funky cooking.

The writer worried that the story was "too niche, too odd," the crime of flower theft "too minor." To think, I had loved it for precisely those qualities.

Students at Texas A. & M. organized a vigil for the conservative activist, just months after he visited the university.

In his press conference announcing the capture of Charlie Kirk's killer, the F.B.I. director revealed himself.

NASA published tantalizing evidence that the red planet once harbored life. But Trump's proposed budget could leave the mystery unsolved.

More than a century after driving out their Chinese residents, cities across the West are saying sorry, with parks, plaques, and proclamations. But it's seldom clear who they're talking to--or what they're remembering.

"We've lived through moments of more violence," the staff writer Jane Mayer notes. "So we know it's possible to quiet this."