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Reflecting on life’s randomness after a dire diagnosis.

A successful author takes a second shot at the GRE, 40 years after the first.

After my name, it’s probably the most special thing about me—and it’s used as a slur in Europe.

Leland Stanford and I have one thing in common: railroad troubles.

I wish my husband could see how people remember him.

These days, when I look at my home, I see the nightmare that could be.

How one tiny cactus boosted my will to give.

It all started when Anna wanted to study ants. Or did it?

A community of writers taught me a lesson about trust.

Based on slightly exaggerated actual attempts.