I recently read "The Killers" by Ernest Hemingway. The prevailing themes were loss of innocence and initiation to evil. College was a...

(And all the other times my body didn’t feel mine) When will this body feel mine?, I had constantly wondered growing up. It didn't feel...

I almost lost my life in 2018. I was in Japan. As with my every trip to this country, being a favorite destination, I was in high...

When I turned 12, I had to be carried from my school bus to the inside of my house — our street was flooded with water up to our waists...

My name is Mara, and I am in the recovery phase of my eating disorder. While gone are the days of obsessively weighing myself in every...

I realized that grieving is not linear. It never is. I learned that memories pop out of nowhere in the quiet moments of the day and...

I thought I was in a loving healthy relationship. But one day, the abuse happened. It only happened once but there’s no excuse to justify...

According to a study by the Department of Justice, an average of 1 out of 5 girls are victims of sexual abuse and 1 out of 20 are boys....

About ten years ago, when my son was a small baby, I got an anonymous comment (of course it was anonymous!) on a blog post I had written....

26 Dec 2014 I write this with a feather boa around my neck and a glass of champagne in my hand. Ok, that’s not true. I’m in my pyjamas...

I spent all night wide-awake, weeping hard. It was not even halfway through reading a report on The New Yorker about a Hollywood...

I don’t recognise the person I see in the mirror anymore. Each day I look at myself in the mirror and I see someone different....

It’ll be just about almost three years since life with my daughter and I have changed. Two years ago we lived in Manila. The place we...

Here's the thing, I find myself inspired in a way that I have never been before and it comes from a very unexpected source. A source that...

"No, you're the pink power ranger, and I'm the yellow one." she said. I didn't understand why I couldn't be the yellow power ranger. I...

A few years ago, I was in Italy when I came across the story of a young wife and mother named Chiara. Chiara had met her husband Enrico...

I was 7 when I first lost it; all thanks to a silly pair of rubber shoes. All I did was wash them, hoping to come to school the next day...

The first time my friend Trisha showed us her room, I was floored. “You have your own bedroom?” I queried, as I eyed her closet...

Nobody really forgets their first time, although, if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably tried to. Molding. It’s what the four years...

On one November morning, I learned that you are never too old to cry on your mother's shoulder. I was 29, and the reason of course, was...