How these minivan-driving mothers built an illegal network to provide medical marijuana for their autistic kids.

A rodeo cowboy, skydiver, firefighter, ultramarathoner and motorcycle racer, Coach Stroud is a 71-year-old badass. And he’s determined to die on his own terms.

After years of searching for a diagnosis and wondering if it was all in my head, tracking paranormal activity felt eerily familiar.

Convinced Wi-Fi is making them sick, they’re covering their homes in foil or moving to the desert. Now they’re terrified the 5G revolution will leave them with nowhere to go.

I thought I was just a liar, but years later a therapist explained a deeper reason for what I'd done.

My brute strength and wrestling skills made me a natural fit to maintain order. But what I really wanted to do was help people.

After a lifetime of resentment, working with other T.B.I. patients finally helped me understand the riddle that is my mother's mind.

As a bedridden kid, Starbright World became my lifeline. And it's where I met the best friend who would change my life IRL.

She said I had cancer, and an eating disorder, and pneumonia. I didn’t realize it was abuse until years later.