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In his column, Alejandro Heredia meditates on the concept and practice of community: is it a group of people who beyond identity might have no personal and interpersonal bonds, or a commodity for corporations, non-profits, egotistical activists, and social media spiritual gurus looking to make profit off of an increasingly conscious society, or is it shared visions of the future as building blocks of collective living?

Isabel Tehan profiles a young man who followed his vocation into a dying profession: the Catholic priesthood.

I faked all of my book reports as a kid – I hated reading. I got good grades in my ESL classes only because of some natural ability with words. At least that’s what teachers said. Gifted. My ease with diction and syntax had less to do with natural ability and more to do with my growing ability to adapt. I was surviving.

Gris Muñoz writes a gentle, haunting story about love, lobsters, and abusive men who flaunt their power.

My mother knew I loved rearing livestock, chickens especially. When I was young, she bought a goat for me. Three days after we brought it home, the animal died. "Your nature might not align with the goat," she said. "Does that mean I can't rear any livestock?" Sadness encroached. "Don't worry. Let's try a hen."

A woman’s pandemic relationship with a cat deepens her humanity.

With wit, and a dash of horror, a Black caregiver in the Bay Area suburbs reflects on the surreality of elder care during a pandemic.

Grading Cal State University LA: administrators get an A for lip service and exploitation, and an F for ethical treatment of faculty and students

Queer Nigerians organize to fight anti-LGBTQIA+ oppression in their country.

A Latina calls out the city of Seattle for its social chilliness.

For Nigerians seeking therapy, two options exist: IRL and URL. Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu describes her experiences with both.

The Petito case challenges us to consider how we language romantic harm. Domestic violence seldom stays at home.

Each evil woman’s origin story is seemingly unique, but Maleficients and Medusas all too often begin as victims. These characters struggle to obey, to fit in, to be respected and taken seriously, though their efforts are for nought. Their foes point to some physical attribute, an aspect of their temperament, or a pariah status to justify keeping them down.

Mala Muñoz is without a doubt a Chicana who smokes her fair share of weed.

In this excerpt from Chris Rice’s hardboiled memoir, an artist dumps her boozehound bankrupt boyfriend, steals what is rightfully hers, herself, and retreats to Venice, California