Finally exhaling: How #MeToo released me from carrying an awful secret about Steve Wynn

Journalism is a hard business. For every scoop, there’s that story that gets away. There’s whispers you can’t confirm, even when your gut tells you it’s true. There’s innuendo without corroboration or a paper trail that goes cold. If journalism was like the movies, I could have published what I knew about Steve Wynn about…

A letter to the people who found feminism since Nov. 9

For more than a month there’s been this sensation in my chest — like being crushed from the inside. Normally my head is so full of words, I literally can’t sleep until I get them out. They dance in there like prosaic ear-worms. Lately, though, it’s been eerily quiet. The dead calm of stupefaction. All…