We travel around the U.S. to find the Marines who were on the ground in Haditha on the day of the killings.
Humor
The Worst City to Find Love Is Wherever You, Yes You, Live
Several factors were examined to determine that you are the epicenter of a phenomenon that swallows up the possibility of romantic love like a black hole sucking in light.
Shouts & Murmurs
When It’s Acceptable to Be on Speakerphone in Public
Your daughter is in the middle of a bitter divorce, and she has no one to turn to but you and the strangers in your elevator.
Shouts & Murmurs
Dear Pepper: I’d Rather Be Drawing
How dare life require so much of you, when what you were born to do is sit in a corner of the room and watch and draw?
Humor
Your Midlife Girls’ Trip: A Waiver
By signing, you accept that going on this outing is voluntary, even if your group chat made it not feel that way.
Laugh Lines
Laugh Lines No. 35: Back to School
Can you guess when these New Yorker cartoons were originally published?
Shouts & Murmurs
The Revised Laws of Robotics
A robot must not hurt another robot, outside of some sort of cool sporting event you can place bets on.
Shouts & Murmurs
Why I’m Actually Inviting You to My Party
This won’t be fun, but it will be expensive.
Sketchpad
“And Just Like That . . . ,” the Lost Season
Plotlines we’ll never see: Carrie grapples with shoe tariffs, and Miranda moves into the sewers.
Poems
“70”
“I stare at my reflection, and I see / my melody is waning—no surprise, / but only blues take root and hold.”