Three years ago, I was paralyzed from the neck down for six weeks.
If you know me, you know this story. I’ve told you at a birthday party, or maybe a wedding, during a lull in the reception when everyone’s a little too drunk to really get it. Dessert’s been…
Six years ago, I sort of forgot how to write. I’d been publishing on the internet for a little over a year — that first, embarrassing, thrilling, bringing-a-laptop-to-parties year (I’m fun at parties) — and I’d run out of things to say. What used to be casual, fast, easy breezy…
“When did you come out?” is a question I’ve been asked on numerous dates. (I’ve also asked it, usually when there’s not much else to say.) It’s a question that stands in for other questions: How well do you know yourself? How risk-averse are you? How liberal were your parents…
You don’t need to be a voracious reader if you want to write well, but it certainly helps. I had a friend, someone whose writing I really looked up to, who told me point-blank one day: “I don’t read.” And then they laughed. This freakishly talented writer (who will go…
A few weeks ago, we asked you to drop a link to a great story (or writer) you’ve discovered on Medium lately. The goal? To help us to explore beyond our comfort zones (or at least beyond the writers and publications who populate our homepages). …
Name aside, Medium is actually pretty big. Most of us have a shortlist of writers we’re drawn to, people whose names appear on our homepages and digests. But there’s always more to discover — so we thought we’d ask: What’s the best story you’ve read on Medium recently? Why do you love it? (Bonus points if it doesn’t already have thousands of claps, but feel free to share anything you enjoyed.)
Hopefully, this will give us all a bunch of great new writers to follow. And at Medium, we’re always looking for new stories and ideas hiding beneath the surface.
As Jimmy Kimmel tweeted last night, “This is like being awake during your own surgery.” When will it end? Who knows! …
Do you remember coffee?
Not beans, which you buy in silence, mask stretched over your face, eyes darting under fluorescent lights. Not the glass carafe on your kitchen counter. Not your Keurig, which doesn’t count and never did.
I mean paper cups. Plastic lids with small embossed brand names. Loud…
This story is part of the Internet Time Machine, a collection about life online in the 2010s.
Connor is 27, with green eyes and a dorky grin. His favorite emoji is the shaka (🤙), which he uses to express a casual DTF energy. He’s tan and toned, athletic yet approachable…
By the time Marianne Williamson took the stage at the In Goop Health summit in November, I’d had my face depuffed twice. On the floor of Goop Hall, a sage- and eucalyptus-scented showroom with giant windows framing the San Francisco skyline, a sales associate cheerily sold me a $45 jade…
