I’ve always loved my back. My strong back. My feminine back. My back of curving shapes and soft silhouettes, my olive-skinned and...

January. What a beautiful month for disasters. And disasters there have been. From a petulant adult child who sashays around the house...

The last few days have been shockingly cold. The beauty that I once idolized in the marmalade, honey, and curdled palettes of burgundies,...

For so many years I didn't value time. An anointed symptom of youth for there was always going to be another tomorrow, another chance,...

Memories, what funny things they are. Instantly, as immediately as a flash of light, and as speedily as a smell that suddenly teleports...

As it has become a tradition with me, I’m late speaking on celebrations passed, moments bygone, and life events already lived. That’s not...

I once read a quote by Roy T. Bennett which said, “Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.” As a naturally mindful,...

Jenny Saville is one of my favorite artists – for obvious reasons. I was sixteen when I first discovered the contemporary British...

After waking, I rolled around in bed for a few minutes, stretching and untangling my limbs from the weight of bed covers, before reaching...

Pride Month is over and it’s time to return everything to the closet. Except ourselves. Put away the rainbow flags and roll-on glitter,...

Since 2014, I’ve had a stalker. Maybe. It might be longer than that, I really don’t know. In 2014, I was living the typical London...

Pride Month – let’s talk about it. I have as much of a complicated relationship with Pride Month as I do with any discussions of...

It was mostly cloudy on Wednesday 6th January 2021. Unsurprising for winter, the dampness in the whisked air had seeped into the house...

Since the dystopian showdown of 2020, I've found myself actively seeking smaller moments of pleasure. The kinds of pleasure that aren’t...

Since the beginning of time, women have graced the world with the possession of intellect, wisdom, creativity, revolution, and sacred...

I wrote an article about the Taliban’s effect on Afghanistan women over the summer. I wrote it for a Western audience as a call to...

Today was a day of self-recognition. I’ve been wearing it all day like a snug jumper, cozy against all offensive weather. Today, I...

It's Saturday. January. Cold but sunny. I’ve found a comfortable space in the sunlight for afternoon tea. The woods are eerily silent,...