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.

We teach girls to be ashamed in sex ed. This has to change.

PERSPECTIVE | A weekly comic by Katie Wheeler

Being transgender isn’t just about suffering. Don’t reduce me to a ‘tragic figure.’

PERSPECTIVE | We aren’t here to entertain