Rhode Island Kept Its Schools Open. This Is What Happened.
Some teachers and students got sick. Principals had to improvise constantly. But it worked — mostly.
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The 2.14.21 Issue
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The Biden Team Wants to Transform the Economy. Really.
In public and private, Biden and his advisers have signaled some dramatic interventions to revive U.S. manufacturing. Will they actually happen?
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The Surprising Ascent of KAWS
Brian Donnelly went from tagger to blue-chip artist, riding the increasingly blurry line between commercial and fine art.
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Kevin Garnett Isn’t Sure His Generation Could Play in Today’s N.B.A.
“I don’t know if even the guards could play in this time right here. It’s saucy. ”
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A Friend Shot a Biting Dog. I’m in Shock. What Should I Do?
The magazine’s Ethicist columnist on choosing a humane end for a pet and what to do with P.P.P. loan money you turned out not to need.
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CreditTomi Um The EthicistHow the Trump Era Broke the Sunday-Morning News Show
Any number of hallowed political and media institutions fell apart. So why should the most hallowed political-media institution of them all escape unscathed?
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CreditPhoto illustration by Mike McQuade ScreenlandThere are very few opportunities in life to have it both ways; semicolons are the rare instance in which you can; there is absolutely no downside.
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CreditIllustration by Simoul Alva Letter of RecommendationA traditional, unpretentious dish made in kitchens throughout the world turns delicate and refined.
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Judge John Hodgman on That Fiddle Duel With the Devil
In “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” Johnny wins. But should he have?
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CreditIllustration by Louise Zergaeng Pomeroy Judge John HodgmanThis poem makes me play Smokey Robinson, and think of how the best love cuts into you, making you see something of yourself most would run from.
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