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After a back injury ended my football prospects, I joined the IDF in search of a challenge. But the experience was more difficult physically, mentally, and politically, than I’d ever imagined.

Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life may be the most profoundly moving novel I’ve ever read. But it reminded me of experiences I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

How I realized I was part of the problem — and what I did about it.

Following Lenin’s death, the tree fell out of favor, labeled an anti-Soviet influence and a “remnant of the damned past” by a new generation of leaders. Then a member of Stalin’s inner circle suggested resurrecting the tradition “for the children.”

There were plenty of studies to choose from, but one stood out. It was seeking healthy men and women ages 18 to 55 for seven three-night weekend stays in the clinic. Compensation: $5,930.

He said he had a bomb and that there were radio-controlled explosives stationed throughout the city. He said Sydney was under attack by Islamic State.

If scientists were to study us Dashers, I swear they’d find something like dopamine released in the brain at the sound of a new order coming in.

I don’t ask: Do I want to be a mother? I ask: Can I really bring a kid into a world careening toward crisis?

Many have suggested that Black Lives Matter isn’t carrying on the legacy of the civil rights movements. But it is — just not the legacy you remember.

This fall, I found myself scanning the room of new students, 25 pairs of eyes, trying to figure out if anyone looked unstable. If anyone appeared angry, too cloistered, too much of a loner.

Eight people living with the disease share their stories.

Shelling out for student loan payments on top of rent is like paying for two apartments when all you get is a cramped closet in Brooklyn. You never cease to be surprised how little your money gets you.