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American Arabs are not monolithic. They’re not even all Muslim.

Living in a car is a step up from street homelessness, but it isn’t much safer: Homeless people are 13 times more likely to be the victims of violence than housed people. And homeless women are even more vulnerable.

Five years is a long time, and there are legacies to be wrestled with. So it’s time — beer me, Axelrod.

My ears perked up, and I asked, “How much do they pay?” She laughed, not contemptuously but with the sense of imparting a life lesson: “Oh, no, they don’t pay. You don’t do it for the money.”

When I started dating men, I was so used to the feelings associated with harassment that I would no longer object to them. I just maintained a level of protective numbness.

When I became a doctor, I thought death was the ultimate treatment failure. Now I realize that we’re failing patients when we aren’t honest with them about what end-of-life care can look like.

Copies of American Cosmo arrived at the newsstands sporting black marker scribbles over bare midriffs.

Stories of resegregation in America’s public schools are popping up everywhere, from Missouri to Alabama to New York City. Nationally, racial segregation in schools has returned to levels not seen since 1968.

The director stands up, smiling broadly, walks over to me, and says, “Great, great job, Bear. I’d like for you to do it again. This time I want you to imagine if you were a black man and someone was saying all of these things to you.”

Almost a year after I’d entered the psych ward, the women from the hospital’s billing department got more demanding. They threatened to garnish my wages or report my outstanding balance to creditors, who’d have the power to keep any income I made.

How on Earth can anyone vote for that ... [fill in the blank]? This is a question some Americans ask during every presidential primary race, but this year our mutual incomprehension feels especially intense.

I interviewed women about why they chose to get lower back tattoos and how they’ve dealt with the stigma attached to so-called “tramp stamps.” Here are five things I’ve learned.

An NFL Hall of Famer reflects.

The Swiss understand work-life balance in a way Americans completely miss.

I knew, on some level, that I was autistic by the time I was in fifth grade.

It starts somewhere low in your gut, and it reaches up to clutch your heart. Your toes curl, your hands shake; you can feel the energy of everyone around you, even when you’re alone in your room. The song starts, and it’s your song.

I wanted to have more: more exposure to music, more critical thoughts, more art to connect with. But I also wanted better: better opinions, a better connection with the American cultural experience, a better awareness of current and future trends.

The loneliness of being a pro-choice woman mourning the loss of a pregnancy.

We drive up to the spot, and as soon as my brother kills the engine, we are surrounded by uniformed cops with drawn guns. One cop is telling my brother to get out of the driver’s seat with his hands up.

It’s not just about keeping things clean.

Many parents believe their child is a “bad tester.” The real problem is that the whole idea of a “bad tester” is bullshit.

I’m so much more confident now — but I wish I’d found a way to be comfortable in my own skin even without the weight loss.

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.

The Ebola outbreak is under control, but the developing world remains rife with life-threatening diseases that we in the West barely notice. I should know — I caught three of them in three months.

While dusting the countertops of the wealthy, I saw everything from pills and booze to lube and human ashes.

My partner can’t give anything away because he believes no one would love it as much as he does.

Yale promises its students “little paradises.” Here’s how it failed.

Prior to taking meds, I struggled just to make small decisions, like exactly what time I should go to bed or how to phrase even mundane text messages to friends or my significant other.