Rachelle Hampton

The premise of National Novel Writing Month is seductively simple: Participants enter the month of November with an idea and leave it as a novelist. Just write 50,000 words over the course of 30 days—a rate of roughly 1,700 words a day. Anyone age 13 or older can take part, which is perhaps why my first introduction to what its adherents call NaNoWriMo came through Tumblr, where every November 1 seemingly half of my dashboard disappeared overnight.

A good indicator that a friend group won't and maybe shouldn't stay together is when they have divided themselves into “saints” and “sinners.” That is, however, an excellent pitch for a reality television show, which is perhaps part of how we ended up with

Rumaan Alam's new novel Entitlement begins, as so many New York stories do, on the subway.

Wednesday night marked the second episode of the 47th season of Survivor —and with it, the end of an all-too-brief era.

My father and two brothers are dedicated Chicago Bears fans; the cacophony of halftime analysis, both professional and amateur, soundtracked most of my Sundays until I left for college. Football isn't their only sport of choice though its arguably the one I understand the most, having spent my adolescent years in the suburbs of Dallas-Fort Worth, where high school football is famously a way of life more than anything else. So while I do not consider myself deeply knowledgeable about professional sports, some crucial information has managed to lodge its way into my brain over the years spent idly on the couch or the bleachers while sports happened in the background.

Jade Barbosa and Flávia Saraiva, teammates on the Brazilian women's national gymnastics team, reunited this weekend to celebrate the former's nuptials.

After the slow-motion car crash that was the end of the Golden Bachelor , I was prepared for the first season of its sister show to flop.

Earlier this week, the sun did its big one, producing the largest solar flare in nearly two decades. In its aftermath, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration issued a severe geomagnetic storm watch for Thursday and Friday. This storm could not only temporarily disrupt power and radio signals, but also trigger stellar spectacles across the […]

Since their inception, food competition shows have seen very little real innovation. Most entries into the genre are variations on a theme, the stakes artificially raised through less time allotted, increasingly sadistic ingredient choices or semi-regular trauma dumps. There's something deliberately anesthetizing in this; in the same way that I know a Starbucks sous vide egg bite will taste the same whether I buy it in New Jersey or Texas, I know what I'm in for when I turn on

FLATBUSH, BROOKLYN – It was 74 degrees on Election Day; I wore bike shorts on the two block walk to my polling site. The iced coffee in my hand proved unwieldy as I scanned my ballot, the poll worker's hands fluttering nervously nearby. By the time I completed my civic duty, I still had most of my coffee left, along with a mostly free afternoon. When I messaged my editor to get a vibe check for the day, she told me “For election coverage, I think nobody has a sense of what to write