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Patrick Clancy and the Questions Nobody Wants to Ask The Patrick Clancy story is uncomfortable because it doesn't fit neatly into the usual true-crime script. There is an obvious villain in the courtroom : Lindsay Clancy is accused of killing her three children, Cora, Dawson and Callan, in January 2023. She has admitted killing them but is arguing that severe mental illness left her unable to understand what she was doing. Her trial is now underway in Massachusetts . However , that doesn't mean every question about the people around her should be ignored. Patrick Clancy has testified about his former wife's deteriorating mental health and the family's efforts to obtain treatment. He has also publicly forgiven Lindsay , something that many people found extraordinarily compassionate. Still , compassion doesn't automatically answer questions about responsibility . If someone is repeatedly displaying serious warning signs , who gets to decide that they...

Summer Is Here Whether You're Ready or Not Camping, hiking, woodland horror, and the gentle obligation of someone else's happiness The news does not deserve summer . It has been relentless, exhausting, and frankly offensive. Concerts are being canceled. Plans evaporate. The general vibe of the world in 2026 is that you should lower your expectations and keep your receipt . But summer doesn't care about any of that. The fireflies still light up. The days are still long. The woods are still there, waiting — which brings us to the good news and the gently ominous news, depending on your plans! If you are the outdoors type, this season, camping and hiking are having a quiet renaissance among people who want to feel something that isn't a push notification . It's called: touch_grass . You don't have to go far. A state park within driving distance, a trail you've been meaning to try since 2019, a hammock strung between two trees with a pape...

Life & Occasions:  Ugly Shoes for Nothing It's a graduation year. The weather didn't get the memo. Neither did my feet. There's a rhythm to adult social life that anybody who lived through the AM radio era understands instinctively. You have your wedding years and your graduation years , and they alternate with the kind of cruel predictability that used to get worked into the bridge of a Dionne Warwick song. This is a graduation year. Which means outdoor events, potluck tables under a canopy that is slightly too small, and a sky that has been threatening since Thursday. You know how it goes. You stand in the closet for twelve minutes trying to thread the needle between festive and waterproof . You land, as you always do, on the shoes that look sensible. Not glamorous — you abandoned that when you saw the forecast — but at least not embarrassing. Except they are embarrassing, because the ones you own that look comfortable are not. The ones that actually are...