Grief is a powerful thing. To sharpen or dull it, sometimes we must go to extraordinary measures. A poem, a whetstone, a chance to feel all or nothing.
Do you hate people? Specifically, do you hate me? Maybe it’s because I’m a total asshole. Here are a few things causing your misanthropy.
Want to get an early start on your summer reading? Zach offers year-by-year book recommendations for the young misanthropes just starting out.
Love is not easy; love is uneasy. And the complexity of spoiled relationships have an impact that reaches through families and generations.
When we think of crying, we see a face, contorted and downturned. But what about hands, gesturing wildly or grasping for something? What do they hold?
When it all falls down, how are you supposed to move on with your life? Grip the phone, find the emojis, and pray your daughter responds.
WARNING: It’s about to get violent in here. And angry. Someone must pay for this injustice. The wrath of the 5 second rule: we are all witnesses.
Leslie O’Connell, the daughter of renowned mummy hunters, is getting in on the family business. Her tips for fighting mummies: UNWRAPPED!
This poem is not about woolly mammoths. Not about ice. Not about migration. But the symbolism is cold, cutting, and everywhere.