Joanna Weiss

1 month ago | politico.com | Joanna Weiss

The reality show is a microcosm of a deep national divide over politics. Illustration by Bill Kuchman/POLITICO (source images via Netflix) Joanna Weiss is a writer in Boston and a contributing writer for POLITICO Magazine. Love may be blind, but politics has X-ray vision.

2 months ago | wbur.org | Joanna Weiss

It is a conundrum of life as a transplanted New Englander that you can hate winter but love snow. Winter is the worst. Sorry, skiiers. It’s cold that seeps into your bones, darkness that descends by 5 p.m. Dry hands, chapped lips. Hat head. Snow, on the other hand, is magical. It makes the bare branches look beautiful. It’s thrilling for dogs. It gives you a reason to chat with your neighbors. And it feeds that New England sense of superiority.

Dec 10, 2024 | politico.com | Joanna Weiss

And while she isn’t technically a politician — and Oz is definitely not a democracy — she eventually finds herself at the center of Oz’s power structure, with influence over its leadership and the ear of a fawning public. To get there, she uses tools that should feel familiar to anyone who’s watched Trump’s rise, from a knack for inserting herself into the conversation to a sense of what kind of messaging drills best into hearts and minds.

Oct 6, 2024 | politico.com | Joanna Weiss

“Snowflake” babies helped people on the left become parents and helped people on the right make peace with thorny ethical issues with IVF. Illustration by Jennifer Dahbura for POLITICOJoanna Weiss is a writer in Boston and a contributing writer for POLITICO Magazine. Nearly three years into her marriage, Emily Berning suspected there was some reason why she wasn’t getting pregnant. A few highly unpleasant tests at a fertility clinic gave her the answer: Her fallopian tubes were blocked.

Sep 12, 2024 | bostonmagazine.com | Joanna Weiss

I find Marty on the far side of the store, inching up the aisle between dairy and frozen confections. I follow him, 10 paces back, as he rolls toward produce, pausing at the top of every aisle. Like his early-morning coworkers, most customers ignore him; by now, he’s too familiar to be noteworthy. One woman, perusing a display of frozen dinners, moves her cart out of the way to let him pass without even looking up. But as Marty approaches the seafood department, I see what Orbit was talking about.