Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Story by Lily Feinn. Illustrations by Marian Blair.

When my parents moved, I went through the boxes of my stuff that had been at their house. Among the old yearbooks and birthday cards, there was a box filled with memories from my middle school and high school relationships. I got nostalgic looking back at the items in that box — things I could hold in my hands and then neatly put away. I don’t feel the same way about my direct messages or texts, which are also ghosts of relationships past. If only I could put them into a box and seal the lid.

My double mastectomy made me reevaluate: What do my breasts mean to me?

The decision had been weighing on me since I tested positive for the BRCA2 gene

I used to think there was one way to have a relationship. Then I discovered polyamory.

Practicing ethical non-monogamy isn’t just freeing; it’s true to who I am

How I learned to embrace my Asian curls

I used to wonder why my hair didn’t look like other girls’. Now I welcome my natural texture.