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

My partner and I are currently navigating a painful, ever evolving grief cycle. It began as anticipatory grief: the knowledge that our foster daughter wouldn’t be staying with us. Even when she was still in our home, I was mourning her loss, and it felt so complicated. Now that she’s gone, back with her family, it’s even tougher. We’re in a stage our therapist described as ambiguous grief. There’s no end to the sadness; there’s no funeral to attend. There is the loss of my identity as a mother and parent, as well as the actual, physical loss of Daisy. Everything in our home still reminds me of her, and I can’t bear to change a thing in her room. It’s getting better, but it’s a daily struggle.

It’s not my job to absolve your white guilt

It should not take our deaths for people to realize our worth

Meet Qahera, the Muslim superheroine fighting bigots instead of comic book villains

She was created by Egyptian illustrator and designer Deena Mohamed

I left New York City at the start of the pandemic. Now that I’m returning, I wonder what life will look like.

There’s so much about the city that I’ve missed