Went to dinner party. Came home.

Do you think your computer is afraid to die?

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. I sat at my desk thinking about the first time I missed my mother’s birthday. I was fourteen. I was...

I am afraid that my outsides don’t match who I am inside. And I am deeply afraid of marriage, I think. Which doesn’t really make sense...

It hurts me to even says the word “sex.” I flinch. I remember being forced to say it a lot when I was fangirling over this Princeton...

There’s this study that’s cited in a ton of places — two of which I can remember are the Psychology of your 20s podcast and then Jean...

There’s a part in The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man where the protagonist looks in the mirror. Right after he had the opportunity...

I am taking communion for the first time in a while. I walk up to the priest, in his robe, in the chantry. I am handed the wafer. He...