"Dave, have you ever had a taco?" My mom dropped this question in the middle of a four-minute voicemail she left a couple of weeks ago. If she calls and I can't pick up, she leaves messages that are exactly four minutes long, because four minutes is when the voicemail cuts you off. So I get all sorts of news, uninterrupted, like the fact that my 85-year-old mother has just had her first taco. "Because you really should if you haven't. Delicious." Mom's trying a lot of new things now that she's a widow. This past New Year's Eve, her husband, my father, passed away. They started dating when she was 17 years old. |
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Over the weekend, The New York Times ran a deep reconnaissance on one of the country's many so-called news deserts—localities where conventional media has completely broken down or disappeared entirely. Reporting and writing has been replaced by a smorgasbord of news sites, "influencers," and various content producers on many platforms. For a news desert, there certainly is a lot of thorny scrub brush and a lot of poisonous reptiles out there in Oakdale, California. |
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As someone who will live and die with an ungodly amount of white sneakers in the closet, it takes a lot for me to get on board with colorful sneakers. In that sense, yes, brown is colorful to me. It's not Chalamet butter yellow, but it's a swerve from the safety of an all-white dress sneaker. That said, brown is a neutral, an Earth tone. For me, a brown sneaker feels like the latest move to something a bit tired and make it extremely cool. Think dad shoes. A pair of New Balances look classic in grey, but fresh in brown. Fashion-y hiking sneakers look a lot more sophisticated in brown, instead of outdoorsy hi-vis. |
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I experienced my first panic attack in early 2023, a few months after I had left my job and started my own business. I was having intense nighttime anxiety every single night. I couldn't sleep. I tried some homeopathic remedies. Nothing helped. I figured the panic attacks would go away once I got into the swing of working for myself but that didn't happen. I would break down at night no matter what happened during the day. It felt completely irrational. I didn't want to go on anti-anxiety medication. I wasn't interested in a quick fix. I didn't want to go to therapy either. I wasn't necessarily opposed to it. I just didn't think it would resolve the issue. It's not like I was bottling my feelings up inside. I talked to friends and family about my anxiety a lot. It didn't make it go away. I wanted to solve the root issue. |
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Esquire is greatly pleased and proud to announce that it has been awarded the 2025 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing for "A Death in Alabama," by Mark Warren, published in the March 2024 edition. It is the first Pulitzer in the magazine's storied 92-year history. This extraordinary, deeply moving account tells the remarkable story of a beloved Baptist pastor and mayor in a small town in Alabama, Bubba Copeland, who took his own life after a right-wing news website exposed private online activities he'd engaged in that involved transgender role play. |
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I'll answer your first question right away. Yes, Owen Wilson took golf lessons to prepare for Stick, his new Apple TV+ comedy, in which he plays a downtrodden former pro golfer. And your second: How good is he? Well, all three Wilson boys played the sport in various capacities growing up—Dad was a serious golfer—but there were only right-handed clubs around, so the lefty Owen always felt left out. After Wilson's training montage for Stick, he asked Luke, the youngest brother, for a round of 18—feeling like his secret level-up was the ultimate practical joke. "Sure enough, we go out there and I played really good," Wilson remembers. "And he was blown away. He was like, 'This was a Make-A-Wish day where I take this guy and let him stumble around. I gotta worry if he's chewing on his golf club or what the hell he's doing.' " |
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