For a long time, I avoided talking openly about my prostate struggles. Like many men in their early fifties navigating the gradual erosion of urinary function that accompanies aging, I had quietly accepted the two-to-three nightly bathroom interruptions, the weak…
My name is Rebecca. I am forty-four years old, and for most of the past two years I have been quietly declining invitations. A work retreat at a lake house. A friend’s birthday at a rooftop bar. A family beach…
My name is Marcus. I have been producing records for twenty-seven years. Two Grammy nominations. Four gold albums. My name on records that have collectively sold more than twelve million copies worldwide. I built my career on the precision of…