first person How I Grieved for a Cat Over Long Distance There’s beauty in sharing a friendship with an animal that needs to be earned. Summer Tao Dec 29, 2025
first person Journaling With My Grief I have three journals. I no longer have my dad. I’ll write this story for the rest of my life. Vanessa — Sep 25, 2021
first person Wild Cravings: The Mystery Breakfast If I had a time machine, I’d use it to go back to a breakfast. The problem: I don’t know where or when I was. Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya — Sep 25, 2021
first person Lying On The Floor With My Grief I wanted to exist with my grief in my body, not so much in my mind. Vanessa — Sep 18, 2021
first person Dispatches from a Sweaty Accidental Matriarchy Sometimes a community is just 87 mentally ill homosexuals and the twenty dollars they pass around on Venmo. July Thomas — Sep 16, 2021
first person Count on Something Sweet We no longer needed practical. We wanted goodness, even if it was fleeting. We wanted saccharine, even if it left us yearning. We wanted Cosmic Brownies. Leah Johnson — Sep 14, 2021
first person Brand New Party Girl I exist in a fresh, new, virginal body now, and I’ve started to uncover what that means for me. El Yurman — Sep 13, 2021
first person Walking With My Grief My grief says, listen: you know how to take care of yourself. Vanessa — Sep 11, 2021
first person The Trans Body as a Work of Art Burlesque is my loving manifestation of what all my ancestors deserved—not simply tolerance, but unbridled celebration. Lawrence Gullo — Sep 7, 2021
