The point of dating is to get to know another person. It’s a process made more confusing when, in my grief, I’m getting reacquainted with myself.
This is an essay about soup, but it is also about friendship. Or rather, this is an essay about soup and how a friendship ends.
Nirvana took every step to sand the edges of rock’s obsessive relationship with toxic masculinity.
The brownstone stood for everything I wanted: solidity and urbanity, possibility and permanence. I could see it, stand inside it, even sleep there. But it wasn’t mine.
Joy is not something I’ve carried naturally.
As a behavioral ecologist, I was asking of the natural world the very questions I was too scared to ask of myself and those around me.
In the ‘Sex and the City’ reboot, Carrie Bradshaw’s arc is one of the most truthful depictions of mourning I’ve ever seen on TV.
An accurate astrological picture gave me a sense of control over the different way my mind worked.
The story of the girl with the green ribbon was once a generic tale of horror. Now, it is about about gender.
My family may not get much of my writing, but our mutual appreciation for ill-advised sexual mayhem transcends language.