The novelist and short-story writer, who died Monday at ninety-six, contributed to The New Yorker for more than six decades.

Tizi Hodson, 70, spent almost five decades wondering why the letter for her dream job was never answered until recently. The pioneering stuntwoman discovered that her application for a job as a ...

There is one real-life love letter that caught me off guard ... Sullivan Ballou was a 32-year-old Union Officer, who had formerly been a lawyer. He and his wife lived in Rhode Island where ...

To get one, go to the subscriptions page. One way to pay homage to the historical architectural presence of the old Children’s Museum might be to salvage the four marble pillars (and other ...

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Authorities in Iowa arrested a 15-year-old boy accused of fatally shooting ... She would go out of her way. If a letter came in after she passed your house she’d come back.” ...

Other than a well written article about how to use marijuana, the entire 9/25/24 edition is one huge blatant campaign finance violation, as it is entirely devoted to promoting half-truths and outright ...

I see the Alaska Republican Party is at it again. If it can’t use dubious redistricting efforts to disenfranchise voters who don’t subscribe to its party, they want to get rid of ranked choice ...

Dear Abby: You have printed letters from readers asking what to do with old love letters (either before they die or when they are found after a death). Let me share my story. One evening ...

DEAR ABBY: You have printed letters from readers asking what to do with old love letters (either before the writers die or when the letters are found after a death). Let me share my story.

It’s the same old story. Questions get asked ... I’ve just returned from mass and read John O’Brien’s wise letter (‘It’s easy to see why even atheists can find comfort in the pews ...

I have been weeding through boxes of letters from as far back as the 1920s, saved by my grandparents and then by my mom. The majority of these were written by, or in sympathy for, my late uncle ...