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If there’s one person you’ve probably been spending a lot more time with this past year, it’s you. So. How’s that been going? As an introvert, parts of me are thriving in isolation but,...
I am a steadfast habit tracker and goal seeker, always aspiring to do/see/feel/experience more. It’s the way I’m wired; I barely even think about this side of me, I just live into it. But while I’m constantly on the...
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Exactly one year ago, I went for lunch with my mom and younger brother. A crowded Malaysian restaurant, we each stole bites from one another’s entrees and shared an appetizer: a scenario which feels almost unimaginable now....
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As I was preparing for my third baby, I thought about what my body would be like after the birth. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew about the big, soft tummy that would hang around for...
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I don’t remember how it felt to kick and scream as a kid. I don’t remember how it felt to wail, to want something so unreasonably badly that the gut-yearning made my fists clench into white...
As it literally stands, the word “liminal” is symmetric and erect. However, when you say the word out loud, it comes out of your mouth in a wave, rising like a tide, carving space. In anthropology, liminality is the...
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I spent a lot of my thirty-first year on earth crying about my skin. Yes, you’re reading that right: thirty-one, not thirteen, seventeen, or even twenty, when skin woes are presumed to be more...
Editor’s Note: This article is a helpful resource on cultivating a healing retreat, written through the personal lens of the author. It touches on themes of mental illness and grief. If you’re struggling and feel you need more individual...
Plenty of experts will explain the benefits of daily creativity. This always used to baffle me a bit, because I once thought creativity was a feeling or a state of mind that would just magically show up, a spontaneous...
I don’t remember the first time I masturbated. Maybe the shame and secrecy that shrouded masturbating shoved those memories into a dark corner of my brain. I vaguely recall it involved Days of Our Lives fan fiction—a story about...
