Lilly Dancyger on casting spells and re-watching The Craft during an election season.
One reason I fell in love with Japan is the way each season is embraced and celebrated. Living here has changed my view of them—and of myself.
From the Congo to a refugee camp in Kenya to resettlement in Austin, TX—this is the story of a doctor who is starting over.
Adele and Frank prepare for an empty nest.
I was single for the first time in eighteen years. I felt unmoored. For the first time in eighteen years, everything was new, including me.
The world of this movie is a world in which transness is not the exception but the rule.
I need something that is going to tingle, tell me the food is alive. Because I want to be alive, too.
I think about the many invisible struggles, the empty places I have had to fill for my kids. The bridges I’ve had to build.
I take off the effects of the day, the echoes of wind, sleet, and snow. I pamper my skin, urge it to replenish and heal. I am asking myself to brave another day.
When I search for my father, I feel his numbers. Here’s a house number on my friend’s street that mimics the first few digits of my father’s phone. Here, at the 7/11, my receipt totals the amount of the last four digits of his SSN.