Complexion | The Sun (forthcoming July 2025)

After our meeting, while we are Jell-O and waited for our parents to pick us up, a girl with silky blond hair and Baby Spice pigtails asked, “What are you?”

“Eight and three-quarters,” I shared.

Everyone laughed. “No. Where do you come from?”

A Single Moment On Prom Night Made Me Rethink Everything I Knew About Men | HuffPost Personal

Alone with a boy, my past traumas hummed up toward my heart in a flurry of fear. Maybe, I thought, he does “like-like” me. Maybe he is no different than the others. Maybe I am not safe.

I'm a Tesla-Driving Liberal | Open Secrets Magazine

At the time I worried my Tesla with New York plates would make me enemies as I drove deeper into the conservative south. Now, in 2025, I worry my car will be vandalized in Brooklyn, where most of my neighbors share my same political convictions.

One of the Hardest Things About My Fertility Struggle Wasn’t What You Think | Slate

Stress hurts your chances at pregnancy. So why, in the pursuit of making life, are we using a system that causes it?

To Have (Stuff) and to Hold | The Offing

It once felt like a failure and a loss of self for Henry to suggest we share toothpaste. Now, watching our things get picked from the sidewalk I can’t remember where half of them came from. Whether I bought them or he did. Because now all of it is ours, the stepping stones and building blocks of our shared life.

The Election Gave Me A Reason To Be Grateful My Dad's Not Here For The Holidays | Buzzfeed

Since he was a fiscally conservative Republican in life, I don’t know if my dad would have voted for Donald Trump. For this I have a complicated gratitude that I can never forgive our 45th president for.

BFFs | Coin Operated Press' Gardening Zine

He battles alone for the great joy of a humble, garden-fresh meal prepared by me, eaten in no time at all. The lady bugs flew to the neighbor’s yard, so used to migration. They carpet the maple tree next door from trunk to canopy now, their astroturf lying unmarred below, as the aphids leave their marks in my husband’s swiss chard.

The Five Stages of Out of Place Grief | Sonora Review

“Moon has doubled in size in the last week! Grow baby, grow!” I wanted to delete the app, but Moon was still inside me. Sure, the pregnancy was shrinking instead of growing, but ectopic means “out of place” not absent, and I still felt just as pregnant as I had when I first found out.

Does the personal always have to mean private? On the language we lack around infertility | Mutha Magazine

I knew that infertility support groups exist, but I craved a normalizing of the topic in everyday conversation. Despite my attempts to do just that, telling others about my journey has made trying to conceive during one of the loneliest eras in history even lonelier than I ever imagined staying silent would.

Rules of Thumb for Surviving Your Partner's Family This Holiday Season | Glamour

You'll have to put in some effort to gain the love of his/her family, just the way you did with him/her in the early stages of your relationship. It's not just about meeting the parents; it's about dating them and sustaining a relationship. Here are some things to remember before passing the stuffing...

The Unbearable Hush of My Day Job | The Feminist Wire

At 24 I’ve been in the restaurant industry for nine years...

I’ve worked for corporations and indie shops, glorified fast food and fine dining, behind the bar and on the floor, but there is an unfortunate thread that runs through these experiences: there is always sexual harassment.

Fall Festivals | Malibu Magazine

A roundup of what music festivals are offering this fall

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