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

I always end a night out with my friends with the same six words: “Text me when you get home.”

It doesn’t matter if my friend’s leaving my house after a chill night in, or getting in an airplane to fly halfway across the world. It doesn’t matter if she’s alone or with others. The setting doesn’t matter and the context of how my friend leaves doesn’t matter, because the terrifying and unfortunate reality is that violence against women can happen anytime, anywhere.

As women, we are constantly reminded of our own vulnerability — when we run in the park, walk home, drive at night, meet a stranger. It’s a burden we can never truly shed.

But the shared experience between femme friends can help us distribute that weight. We look out for each other, and that’s what I try to express every time I say, “Text me when you get home” — that I’m here, that I care, that I notice and I’m ready to help.

Libraries have always been a sanctuary for me. Here are 9 reasons I love them so much.

Here’s one reason: Librarians, with their infinite knowledge, sometimes feel magical

Creative burnout is inevitable. I recently took a different approach to overcome it — and it worked.

I was inspired by my friend’s comment about ‘fallow periods’

As a fat person, fear and shame have kept me from going to a spa. But I deserve to be pampered, too.

Until recently, I was even too afraid to take a fancy, candlelit bath in my own home