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.

All my life, I’ve been teased for using pads instead of tampons. But it’s more common than you think.

What’s more, some people with periods don’t have a choice

In the age of the Internet, everyone constructs an outward-facing identity. What does that mean for our inner, private lives?

As my book release looms, I’ve been reflecting on how we construct ourselves socially and privately