High Public

In the first half of the 20th century, Dunbar was an academically elite public school, despite being racially segregated by law. By the 1950s, Dunbar High School was sending 80 percent of its students to college. Today, as with too many troubled urban public schools, the majority of Dunbar students struggle with reading and math. Journalist and author Alison Stewart, whose parents were both Dunbar graduates, tells the story of the school’s rise, fall, and path toward resurgence.

Joining the ranks of Evicted, The Warmth of Other Sons, and classic works of literary non-fiction by Alex Kotlowitz and J. Anthony Lukas, High-Risers braids personal narratives, city politics, and national history to tell the timely and epic story of Chicago’s Cabrini-Green, America’s most...

Unleash Your Inner Alpha and Become the Man Every Woman Desires. Does the fear of rejection hold you back from approaching women you like? Have you ever wondered how some guys always seem to have women laughing and hanging on their every word, while you struggle to get even past a hello? If so, this is your solution: How To Flirt With Women: A Comprehensive Dating Playbook for Men to Master the Alpha Mindset, Build Confidence, and Attract High-Value Women. Think about it, no more sweaty palms or stumbling over your words. Just you, walking up to any woman, cool as a cucumber, knowing ...

How YOU can earn five to six figures a month without a degree! What if you could comfortably pay for that $5 cappuccino every morning, without having to check your wallet first? Or if you could eat diner at your favorite restaurant more often than you'd have to worry about paying the bills? What if your job would only consist of sitting in front of a computer, working comfortably from home on your own schedule? No more everyday chores around the house, no more paying to go swimming when you have your own pool at home, imagine this ideal lifestyle right in front of you and imagine how you ...

My fiancé and my best friend. The two people I trusted with everything. Six years. That's how long I spent building Jason's career alongside my own — writing the strategies, developing the frameworks, watching him take the credit. I told myself it didn't matter because we were a team. Because love means sacrifice. Then he didn't show up to our wedding, and the photos started circulating online. Him and Lexi. My maid of honor. Walking into a hotel together on the morning he was supposed to marry me. I stood at that altar in a twelve-thousand-dollar dress and told two hundred and forty ...

I caught my fiancé in bed with my maid of honor. Ten months later, I married his brother. Ty Bernard didn't even try to lie well. He said it was a mistake, that she meant nothing, that five years together should count for more than one bad night. Except it wasn't one night. It was four months. My best friend, in my bed, in my house, while I was at work addressing wedding invitations. I pulled the ring off and never put it back on. Then his older brother shows up with a truck. Braden Bernard. Quiet. Steady. Honest. He doesn't make speeches or grand gestures. He just helps me pack Ty's ...

He chose my best friend. I chose better. Ryan Mullens didn't even try to hide it. He said they "just made more sense." That our six years together had gone stale. He actually said it while sitting at a candlelit table with my best friend. I left my engagement ring on the table and never looked back. Then his older brother, Luke, starts showing up. Calm. Honest. Steady. He doesn't send grand gestures or rehearsed speeches. He just brings turkey sandwiches to my hotel room, tells me the truth about his brother, and remembers how I take my coffee from one conversation months ago. Ryan said I'd...

He left me at the altar... for my maid of honor. Drew Conner didn't even try to explain. He just swapped brides at the altar like I was interchangeable. Like the three years I spent building his company's finances and planning our wedding were nothing. Like the two hundred guests watching me stand there meant nothing. I walked out through the service entrance and never looked back. Then there's Drew's biggest competitor... David Buckingham. Quiet. Steady. Respectful. He doesn't send pity texts or make grand gestures. He just appears at a coffee shop with a vendor analysis proving my ex is ...

My husband told me his company was sending him to a sales conference on our anniversary. He went to Santorini with his twenty-eight-year-old assistant instead. Nathan Foster didn't even try to be careful about it. He kissed me goodbye at the curb and let her post every restaurant, every sunset, every couple's photo on social media, tagged with #CoupleGoals. Every location was one I'd researched for the anniversary trip we were supposed to take together. She hashtagged her way through my itinerary while my anniversary card sat in the side pocket of his carry-on. I didn't confront him. I went...

In 1992, the deadliest year in Chicago’s history, seven-year-old Dantrell Davis was shot and killed in front of his elementary school inside the public housing complex Cabrini-Green. What happened to Dantrell led to a truce among Chicago’s gangs, but it also ignited a national panic about poverty and violence in America’s cities. Dantrell’s name would soon be used to demolish all of Chicago’s high-rise public housing, displacing tens of thousands of low-income families.

From a New York Times bestselling author comes the gripping, untold history of science's darkest secrets. "A fascinating book [that] deserves a wide audience." —Publishers Weekly, starred review Science is a force for good in the world—at least usually. But sometimes, when obsession gets the...

Jon Savage, the author of the canonical England's Dreaming, explodes new ground in this electrifying history of pop music from 1955 through 1979. In demonstrating that gay and lesbian artists were responsible for many of the greatest cultural breakthroughs in the last half of the twentieth century, he shows that it was their secretly encoded music—appealing to a closeted but greatly oppressed public—which led to the historic dismantling of discriminatory gay laws and the fusion of queer and straight culture.

He had his affair. He had his fun. Now he has nothing. Oliver Royce didn't even have the decency to hide the fact that he was cheating. He called me from the hotel balcony and asked me not to embarrass the company. Not to apologize. Not to explain. To manage his reputation while his girlfriend's bikini photos went viral. I hired a lawyer before the corporate retreat was over. Then his biggest competitor asks to meet. Dillon Conner. Self-made. Brilliant. Patient. He doesn't mention the affair once. I sit across from him at a quiet restaurant and tell him I'm the strategist behind every deal ...

My husband gave my job to his mistress. I spent one afternoon proving he couldn't sell a single product without me. Greg Hawthorne didn't just cheat on me and replace me. He moved me into a windowless storage room, gave my title to his girlfriend, and handed her my unreleased designs. Then he slid a settlement across our kitchen table and offered me a quarter of a million dollars to disappear from the company I spent twelve years building. Then his former attorney started calling. Elijah Crawford. Principled. Patient. Quietly funny. He didn't show up with apologies or pity. He showed up ...

I was standing in my wedding dress when I found him. Five minutes before the ceremony, with his hands all over my maid of honor. Mitch Lawson didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. He said it just happened. He said it didn't mean anything. He actually said this while two hundred guests sat in white chairs waiting to watch me become his wife. I put the ring in his hand and walked out the door. Then his best man showed up with a quiet knock and a pickup truck. Nate Bergen. Calm. Steady. Good with his hands. He doesn't make excuses or grand speeches. He just keeps showing up. He drives ...

I spent three years building a life with him. He spent five months sleeping with my best friend. He didn't even try to hide it well. I found the messages seventeen days before our wedding. Hundreds of texts. Photos. Inside jokes about how I'd never find out. Mason Brooks looked me in the eye and called it a mistake. Then he asked me to marry him anyway. I walked out that night, and I haven't looked back. Then his twin brother knocks on my mother's door. Braden Brooks. Woodworker. Quiet. Honest. He doesn't perform for a room. He doesn't charm anyone on purpose. He just shows up, does the ...

I spent twelve years building a business side by side with my husband. Then he fired me. Yeah, he fired me. In a boardroom. In front of the full board. To give my job to the twenty-eight-year-old he'd been sleeping with behind my back. Kevin told me to take the severance. Told me to sign the papers. Told me to trust him. He forgot one thing. I own forty-nine percent of the company. I’m a co-founder. I know every contract, every vendor, every system he can't run without me. And my corporate attorney just reminded me I have the right to call a board meeting. Then there's Lucas Brand. My ...

During a slow, uneventful summer, straight college student Will’s routine is upended when Elian, a worldly and openly gay older man, moves in next door. What starts as friendly neighborly interactions soon evolves into a deliberate and intoxicating seduction, pulling Will into an intense, hands-on exploration where Elian awakens desires in Will that he has long suppressed.

My cheating husband thought I'd go away quietly. I took everything he had. He didn't even try to come up with a good lie. He said no one was using the vacation property. That the forty-two-thousand-dollar necklace receipt in the nightstand drawer was a client gift. He actually said that while his mistress's gardenias were still perfuming the condo. I photographed everything and walked out. Then his estranged brother shows up. Colton Hatcher. Quiet. Direct. Built like someone who works for a living instead of performing for an audience. He doesn't send apologies on Andrew's behalf or ask me ...

He spent our fifteenth wedding anniversary in the Maldives... cheating with his pretty assistant. Wayne Holden didn't even try to hide it well. He said it was a business trip. That the resort charges on the corporate card were "International Business Development." He actually let his mistress initial the fake expense reports with her own name. I moved out of our house and never looked back. Then his biggest competitor starts calling. Logan Vaughn. Quiet. Direct. Steady. He doesn't offer sympathy or tell me I should have known better. He just shows up with a shareholder analysis and a plan, ...