Allessandra DiCorato, Ph.D.

Science Writer

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Why Does Drinking Mess With My Emotions?

Q: I’ve noticed I feel emotional and anxious the morning after drinking. Why is that, and is there anything I can do to prevent it?In the moment, having a drink can seem like a good idea. Alcohol can make you feel relaxed, less inhibited and even euphoric. The next morning, though, you might find yourself regretting that extra glass of wine.Beyond the unpleasant physical signs of a hangover — headache, nausea, thirst and sensitivity to light and sound — alcohol can also cause lingering emotional...

This scientist is revealing the immune system in our nasal passages

Sydney Ramirez vividly remembers that Wednesday in March. Her future adviser, scientist Shane Crotty, was supposed to be in Italy for a conference. And Ramirez, a physician and immunologist, wasn’t supposed to join Crotty’s lab at the La Jolla Institute for Immunology as a postdoctoral fellow until July.


But it was 2020, and very little was going as planned.Instead, they were in Crotty’s office, and Covid-19 had just been declared a national emergency; in two days, the institute would shut do...

Study finds surprising way that genetic mutation causes Huntington’s disease, transforming understanding of the disorder

Scientists at the Broad Institute of MIT and Harvard, Harvard Medical School, and McLean Hospital have discovered a surprising mechanism by which the inherited genetic mutation known to cause Huntington’s disease leads to the death of brain cells. The findings change the understanding of the fatal neurodegenerative disorder and suggest potential ways to delay or even prevent it.
For 30 years, researchers have known that Huntington’s is caused by an inherited mutation in the Huntingtin (HTT) gene...

'How perfect this is / How lucky we are': Stories from 266 benches along the Esplanade

I’d always thought that moving to Boston would be like coming home. Chicago, where I’d spent the previous six years in grad school, had felt overlarge and wide, like a borrowed coat that had warmed to my shape but never really fit. I’d come to love my neighborhood, even the winters, but the city’s sprawling streets never really felt like mine. Boston, by contrast, was as dense as the New England I’d known as a child, the highway leading to it forest-lined and familiar. I’d looked forward to movi...