What Can Giving Valentines to Strangers Teach You About Love?
Wanting to recapture the joy she felt in Valentine’s Day, the writer took to the streets armed with heart-covered cards. And inadvertently created a movement.
First Person
Don’t Ask “What” My Child Is
The writer is White. Her husband is Black. And there are many people who feel entitled to accost the couple with unsolicited opinions about their biracial son.
How Much Can a Marriage Take?
The honeymoon may be over for this writer and her husband. But, inspired by the resiliency of her parents’ union, they rediscover their love for each other in unexpected places.
Link Roundup: This Week’s Must-Reads…Black History Month, Trolling, + More
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Rashida Jones Is Not Tan, and Neither Am I
The writer has passed for White often enough that she’s occasionally forgotten she isn’t—and more so, worried that she might forget who she is.
My Date Was 50 Shades of … Not My Thing
Following on the heels of a very romantic evening with an office crush, the writer discovers the true meaning of "fetish."
My Anorexia Was Not About Body Image
The writer first began starving herself at 7. But losing weight was the last thing on her mind.
My Life As A Reluctant Outlier
As a child, the writer controlled who knew about her gay father’s sexuality. But as an adult, compartmentalizing her identity as the mother of a severely autistic child isn’t as easy.
Thumb in the Air, Back to the Wind
A love of hitchhiking put this writer in the cars of strangers. And revealed her sense of safety for what it is: little more than hope.