Nadia Former President Joe Biden may have left the White House in January 2025, but according to his latest remarks in California, he has by no means left the world stage. Speaking to a packed audience of human resources professionals in San Diego, Biden revealed that European leaders continue to call him for guidance even as … Read more
It came without a return address—just my name, written in delicate cursive on a plain envelope. The handwriting didn’t ring a bell. Inside: a folded note and a twenty-dollar bill, taped down with a single strip of clear tape. The letter began: “Miss Emily, You may not remember us…” And truthfully? I didn’t. Not right … Read more
Dealing with a sore on your lip that just won’t go away can be very worrying and uncomfortable. It’s a common problem, as many things can cause lip sores, like changes in the weather, what you eat, or feeling stressed. However, a sore that becomes crusty and doesn’t heal for a long time might be … Read more
They Pushed Us Into the Rain—Then Kindness Took a Seat Beside Us The rain that afternoon came down in sheets, bruising the sky and soaking everything in its path. At seventy-two, my joints protested every step, but I had no choice—I needed to get baby Amy home from the pediatrician before nightfall. The appointment had … Read more
On a crisp October evening, downtown Chicago glittered in the twilight. At Marlowe’s—the city’s riverside Michelin-starred gem—Richard Evans dined alone. A man of stature and silence, he was known in real estate circles for his ruthless deals and ironclad composure. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly groomed, his Rolex shimmered beneath the table lamp, and his … Read more
The next afternoon, we decided to tell them everything. I made hot chocolate, a small comfort I hoped would soften the blow of what we were about to say. My husband, Daniel, sat stiffly on the couch. Sasha, the girls’ other mother, was on the edge of the armchair, looking ready to bolt at a … Read more
Biker found the Golden Retriever chained to the bridge at 3 AM with a note that said “I can’t afford to put her down. Please don’t let her suffer.” The dog was maybe eight years old. Tumor the size of a softball on her belly. Barely breathing. Someone had left water and her favorite toy, … Read more
I was heading home from work when I spotted a motorcycle parked on the shoulder of Highway 52. To be honest, my first instinct was to keep driving. I’d always assumed bikers were trouble—the kind of men my mother warned me about. But something made me slow down. That’s when I saw him. A towering … Read more
The biker overheard three men bidding on a teenage girl in the gas station bathroom at 3 AM like she was livestock. I’d pulled off I-70 near Kansas City for gas and coffee. Dead tired from riding twelve hours straight. That’s when I heard them through the men’s room wall. Three voices arguing prices. Then … Read more
The biker who put my son in the hospital showed up again today, and I wanted to kill him. Forty-seven days. Forty-seven days since Jake, my twelve-year-old boy, got hit crossing the street. Forty-seven days in a coma. And for forty-seven days, this biker—this stranger who destroyed my life—sat in that hospital room chair like … Read more
