When I’m sad, I tend to default to the easy way out for food: takeout from the closest cafe, thin noodles that boil quickly, packaged snacks. It leaves me in a cycle of laziness and unhappiness. Recently, I’ve realized that I’m finding more joy in stepping back and savoring the long process of a meal coming together instead.

For me, to take care in preparing my food is to take care of myself.

I used makeup as a shield. Here’s why — and how I learned to stop.

Leaving home with a bare face was terrifying at first

‘Endometriosis is so much worse than a bad period’

My 14-year journey with the illness, in comic form

Something terrifying happened to me. I miss the person I used to be before trauma.

I long for the old me, who used to laugh easily