Friendships, like all relationships, are written in the stars. This is a belief many people hold dear, and there is something deeply comforting about looking…
Some nights my brain decides that 2am is the perfect time to replay every embarrassing thing I said in 2019, every unread email, and the vague sense that the…
There's a particular kind of fidgety, overthinking heroine who has quietly taken over our screens. She can't sleep, she orders three coffees instead of one,…
Therapy is sold to us as something that continues until we're "fixed," whatever that means. Many people walk into their first session expecting a years-long…
Pride month is creeping up the calendar again, and the group chats are lighting up with outfit ideas, Kylie setlists, and questions about which parade to march…
For years I treated my bank account the way I once treated my dinner plate: tightly, anxiously, and with a list of rules I could never quite keep. The language…
I grew up in a household where Carl Sagan played on the stereo and my mother quoted Richard Dawkins at the dinner table. Asking for a horoscope in that living…
There's a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from a full calendar. In Australia, the invitations seem to multiply with the seasons—backyard barbies in…
For a long time, my body felt like evidence. It carried memories I did not choose, reactions I could not always explain, and a constant sense that I was being…
Pop culture often treats bisexuality as a shorthand for sexual availability. A bisexual character enters the story, kisses more than one gender, and suddenly…