I'm stockpiling sweaters because they signify refuge, collecting them like talismans though grief cannot be avoided.
"You were careless," the police officer tells me. "Girls like you have no business running down dark alleys."
I grew up with the specter of death all around me.
A Beyoncé fan grapples with her infertility in the wake of the pop icon's experience with motherhood.
"I know I am about to be afraid, and I am also about to be just fine. This is controlled terror."
Librarians across the country are witnessing opioid overdoses on the job. Here's how some library systems are choosing to respond.
"My former home office, with its glorious door separating it from our bedroom, is now our son's domain."
“If I’d stayed, I could have protected him. That’s what I believed. Maybe he believed that, too.”
They were fallen angels, Satan's henchmen, and they were everywhere.
Teaching myself how to cook and enjoy food after years of coping with an eating disorder.
"My heart condition is far enough in the background that I no longer have to worry every moment; close enough to the surface that I must remember to listen."
“‘I am Fidel’ — that was the official watchword for all Cubans mourning the Comandante.”
"I can’t lie to children anymore, and if I can’t lie to children I have no business being a teacher, not in this world, not in the way it exists now."
"Is it not braver to look up from the map, to interact with what is there instead of putting numbers between myself and my desires?"
A short, meditative tour of The Met... and human civilization.
If there’s something out there other than us, it’s God. If there’s something out there other than God, what is that thing called if you’re not ever supposed to talk about it?
In Google Maps, the past never truly disappears.
"Until my then-future in-laws introduced me to pumpkin pie at nineteen, I couldn’t imagine a Thanksgiving dessert that wasn’t my mother’s sweet potato pie."