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One of my editors has a grudge she’s been nursing for years, and I’ve decided it is my journalistic duty to air it. It was Christmas morning. She was in her pajamas, surrounded by her family and wrapping paper, doing exactly what a person should be doing on Christmas morning, which is nothing. Then her phone buzzed. Naturally, she assumed it was a relative with holiday wishes. It was her CEO. On Teams. With a question. Oh, it wasn’t an emergency, like “the building is on fire and you alone know where we keep the extinguisher.” It was just a regular question—the kind that could have waited until January, or frankly, until the heat death of the universe. And her first thought was not: What a flexible, modern leader! Her first thought was: Am I in trouble? On Christmas?! She is still not over it. And when she told me this story, I nodded sympathetically, made an appropriately outraged noise and then had a small internal crisis. Because reader, I am the...

I am cheap and have an unusually high tolerance for being squished against strangers, so I rarely spring for a seat assignment when I fly. But when I do get to choose, it’s window, every time, no debate. I like to lean my head against the wall, pull my hood over my face and pretend I’m a burrito being gently rocked to sleep (in a cradle that smells like gasoline and feet). It’s very comforting. My husband, on the other hand, prefers the aisle, because he has a serious medical condition called “ants in his pants” and cannot go an hour without getting up to “stretch his legs.” (Translation: wander the galley making small talk with strangers.) We’ve been married a long time and have never once resolved this. Turns out, we may not need to! According to flight attendants, we were basically doomed to pick these seats from the start. And, apparently, we’re not even the weird ones—it’s shockingly common for couples to sit slight...

This summer’s runaway hit is Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey , the heroic tale of Odysseus, a mythological Greek king who spends 10 years fighting in a war and another 10 trying to get back home. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, or perhaps, like Odysseus himself, have just returned from a very long trip with no access to the internet, you’ve probably heard all kinds of hot takes about the casting of Travis Scott in a pivotal role. Wait, Travis Scott is in The Odyssey ? The rapper from Houston who burst onto the scene in 2019 with “Sicko Mode” and used to date Kylie Jenner? That Travis Scott? Yes, that is indeed the Travis Scott I am talking about, and he is fantastic in this movie. And thank goodness, because he bookends the entire epic. He’s the first person you hear in the film, he later has a major callback scene and he sings on (and co-wrote) the end-credits song. I saw the movie on opening day , and I was blown away by his performanc...

This feature is part of  Reader’s Digest’s August/September 2026  print cover story, “The New Genius,” where we share tips on how to master valuable skills in an AI-driven world.  What would you do if you realized you didn’t have a key ingredient for the recipe you had already started making? What about if you were heading home from unfamiliar territory and your GPS suddenly conked out? There’s no definitive right way to tackle these (or other) obstacles. But there is a word we use for someone who manages to overcome them: resourceful. Beyond sheer smarts, resourcefulness is “our natural ability to adapt, change direction and move forward when things shift,” says Rosa L. Antonini, a software engineer and “resourcefulness architect” who coaches people on developing the skill. “Think about it this way,” Antonini writes in her new book, Resourcefulness: The Hidden Power Smarter Than Talent, IQ and Techno...

Ten years ago, at the height of blogging, I had a charming little corner of the internet where I documented my life with photos, anecdotes and way too many overshares. I met so many incredible people that way, and it felt warm and community-y and good—until it wasn’t. I got a stalker . A real one. He turned out to be a convicted felon who sent me hundreds of pages of creepy notes along with a photo of my children’s school. I’d like to say I handled it with grace and equanimity. I did not. I handled it with a lot of panic-deleting at 2 a.m. while stress-eating cereal directly from the box. Police got involved, and I lost my entire cheerful little digital scrapbook, along with my internet innocence. Since then, I post maybe a handful of family photos a year and keep a careful eye on what information about me is floating around out there. I still post a lot online about myself professionally. But I rarely post anything personal, don’t post where I am spec...