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Lately I’ve been feeling grateful in embarrassingly domestic ways. Like standing in my kitchen at midnight eating strawberries over the sink while some melancholic woman sings in the background and realizing I no longer fantasize about disappearing every other Tuesday.…

I’m on a train right now, on my way to celebrate my birthday with some of my favorite people. Which feels exactly like the kind of moment you’re supposed to be fully present for. And I am, mostly. But there’s…

I used to believe love was enough. We were raised on that idea, weren’t we? That love fixes things, softens edges, rewrites endings. My mother never let me watch films with bad endings. Or maybe she changed them before they…