Jesse Ellison

A quiet harvest has producers worried that something's rotten in the state of Maine, where most of the world's wild blueberries are grown.

A Christian fix for climate change.

In neighborhoods across New York City, buildings crumbled and fires broke out—and the sirens kept wailing.

The unveiling of the newest Apple iPhone was greeted with typical fervor last week. The slimmest ever, it can be taken anywhere—including to the bathroom, where, statistically, you probably will use it.

Maine rebrands the lobster.

Can a movie make the Pentagon address its rape crisis?

A glimpse into the life of the quirky singer-songwriter.

Mali's magic couple.

How stuffy old NPR became a hotbed for female journalists.

Indie-pop darling Ingrid Michaelson is done singing the same old song.

A rare condition called Body Integrity Identity Disorder compels its sufferers to want to amputate, or paralyze, their own healthy limbs. Read Jesse Ellison's 2008 piece on the disorder.

Florence and the Machine's frontwoman talks to Jesse Ellison about sacrifices and her recent break-up.

An interactive map of where women are leaving their mark—and where they're not. By Jesse Ellison.

When men in the military rape other men in the ranks, no one wants to talk about it. Why the sexual assault of males in the service is finally being confronted.

Lara Logan isn't the only female journalist who's paid a price to report the truth. Here are 10 others who've risked everything—from their freedom to their lives—to stay on a story.

Among those in competition at the Westminster Dog Show this week is Elias, a Beauceron who spends his time off the runway sniffing out gluten in food to protect people with celiac disease. And as scientists better understand the power of a dog's nose—100,000 times more sensitive than a human's—canines are moving into other professions, too.

A new rule requiring more female delegates among the power elite at the upcoming Swiss gathering isn't just smart for business. Here's who's benefiting from gender quotas—and it isn't only women.

We were guys with a strong moral code and ethics, trying to do the right thing in the system, and were taken advantage of by a fellow classmate.

Isaiah Mustafa, a.k.a. the Old Spice Guy, rode—both a horse and a motorcycle—to fame earlier this year with a series of commercials featuring his tongue-in-cheek portrayal of a masculine ideal that managed to make a stale brand suddenly fresh. He came clean to NEWSWEEK about the secret to his success.

"It's organic!" is usually a selling point at the upscale Astor Wines and Spirits in Manhattan. When Colin Spoelman says it, hawking a table of small bottles featuring vintage-chic labels from his Kings County Distillery, he gets mostly laughs. Maybe that's because he's selling organic moonshine.

Women scored a big victory in the fight for equal pay this week ... on the silver screen. In real life, it was more like a kick in the crotch.

Let's call a ceasefire on the "battle of the sexes"—the New Macho is good for women, too.

Even female attorneys within the highest-ranks of elite law firms are paid, on average, roughly $66,000 less than their male counterparts, according to a new study.

The first woman of color to go to space on why there aren't many like her.

In 1972, when Mae Jemison was just 16 years old, she arrived at Stanford University, where she intended to pursue a degree in engineering. But it wasn't long after arriving in Palo Alto that she learned that the university's science departments weren't nearly as enthusiastic about her as she was about them.

Single-sex classes have increased by 4,000 percent in less than a decade. Can educating girls and boys separately fix our public schools, or does it reinforce outmoded gender stereotypes?

Landmark cases against Novartis and Wal-Mart are wending their way through court and changing the way we all think about work.

This week's New York magazine includes a piece called What If Women Ran Wall Street by Sheelah Kolhatkar, analyzing testosterone's effects on the male-dominated world of trading.

But I am not a boy. Inside my parents' failed experiment with gender neutrality.

For a journalist there's hardly anything more satisfying than seeing one of your stories have an impact. So imagine my delight when I received a joint letter from David Kennedy and Gary Slutkin, the two men whose work—and rivalry—I examined in "The Battle of the Antiviolence Gurus." It seems the two have put aside their differences in pursuit of a common cause: taking issue with the way I portrayed their work.