Casey Fleming reflects on Dr. King’s notion of self-purification before radical love: “I cannot transform my house, my classroom, my neighborhood, or my nation into a beloved community — and I must — until I have a quiet place to rest.”

Melinda J. Irvine offers solace in the form of a haiku: when things seem crazy / stillness and simplicity / will allow silence

How much longer will the American suburb be able to sustain itself? An essay on migration, development, and the cycle of suburban life and death.

When you’re compelled to look and you can’t unsee: Karalynn Moran on car wrecks and rubbernecking.

Jessica Chiccehitto Hindman’s “Advanced Placement” is a course on deconstructing abuse: “Do you want to die? He asks you over and over again.”

The official website of the Academy Award-winning filmmaker and bestselling author Michael Moore.

“Inmates live together in cottages, not cells; in every cottage lives a huset far, or ‘house father’ who is in charge of loading the wood into the home’s furnace.” Writer Jennifer Bowen Hicks describes Bastøy, an environmentally aware prison in Norway.

“Democrats and most of the mainstream media ignored what was happening in rural America until the morning after the election. And they ignored it at their own peril.” Post US-election, Truevine and Factory Man author Beth Macy writes about the forgotten citizens of rural America.

At My Jerusalem Kitchen, food blogger and mother Lauren Wilner shares her daughter Nava’s birth story — followed by a nap-friendly soup recipe.

“The fear of deportation never leaves our thoughts. Some of us might be protected under DACA, but our loved ones are still at risk.” Life in the US as a DREAM Act beneficiary — with parents still undocumented.

At Longreads, Jessica Gross talks with author and behavioral economist Dan Ariely about understanding how humans behave from the ground up.

Marika Malaea reflects on being a brown white girl: “My whole life has been me thinking that I’m super incognito, when I’m actually the painted elephant in the room, whispering, ‘So what are we all staring at?’”