Ethics and integrity can feel disturbingly out of fashion. What drew me to The New York Times’ “Ethicist” column—and prompted me to write—was its willingness to linger over moral questions without easy answers.
Over the holidays, I read Plain and Simple, a book by the late Sue Bender, an artist and psychologist who became obsessed with Amish quilts and dolls, and found a way to live among their makers. Their reality sometimes unsettled her—but it only deepened her appreciation.
As a closeted teenager, I found expression for how I felt in Éponine’s unrequited love song “On My Own.” Decades later, I still hear that ache in the voices of Linda Ronstadt and Selena Gomez—singers with more than a little in common.
This week, The New Yorker published my letter to the editor about Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery, a place I walk through weekly, finding new things to discover each time.
Community advocate Jen Ng believes "if you have the right people and the right kind of vision in mind, then that's a very magical combination for getting shit done.” In this interview, Jen reflects on her journey from AOL chat rooms to Williamsburg's DIY music scene.
"Oh, so you’re the one all the writers are afraid of!"
That wasn’t how I saw my role at all. In fact, the idea had never crossed my mind. Suddenly, I felt like a great big monster with no idea how ugly he is until people start screaming and running away.