
In Praise of ‘Difficult’ Kids
Feisty children can be exhausting. They also possess a moral fire that deserves cultivating.

Feisty children can be exhausting. They also possess a moral fire that deserves cultivating.

More than a decade before my dad died, I lost him to dementia.

But no one can find one.

Gen Z may have a Peter Pan reputation—but it’s also saving a lot of money.

Are you a Myers-Briggs person, an Enneagram person, or something else? The Atlantic made a quiz to help you find out.

But it can never eliminate it.

Crying can help you keep your feelings in check. It’s also inextricably bound up in spirituality.

Proposal parties. Extended bachelor and bachelorette weekends. Multiple honeymoons. Modern marriage celebrations can feel endless.

Play can be a great shortcut to bonding. But I’d rather just have a conversation.

Creating art requires a suspension of disbelief, a narrowing of vision to the present moment, an openness to the unexpected. So, too, with caring for a tiny human being.

For partners to make it “official,” they have to survive the period between acquaintanceship and closeness. But that’s when people tend to be especially bad at communicating.

If you get too invested in a fake friendship, your real ones might suffer.

Canine dental-hygiene needs haven’t changed; our relationship with our pets has.

It is hard for me not to think of my father’s death as a kind of negligent homicide, facilitated and sped by the United States’ broken safety net and strained systems of care.