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"Become Friends With Your Sister" by Annie Nishida

My mom says I stopped being happy the day my sister was born. I was three years old, and can neither confirm nor deny this because all I...

When the apocalypse comes and hell freezes over; when Americans decide that Hallmark cards are bile; when gender norms shatter into...

This could possibly be the most accurate picture drawn of me. Not so much when you’re looking from a distance—it’s a little more...

I’m not qualified to write about Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part I: I never read the Hunger Games books, and prior to this, the third movie...

“I thought you might know why when our bodies ought to bring surcease from our tortured minds, they fail and collapse; and why, when we...

This past fall I joined an intergenerational (ranging from age 20-75) women’s book club in the Washington, D.C. area; everyone gave her...

Total time: 5 generations Prep: 94 years, back and forth from now Cook: 4 hours, 18 min., 1 pregnant pause Yield: 0 to 12 servings...

I was fortunate enough to be raised by two very different sets of people—my loving parents, Glenn and Karen, and Scary, Sporty, Baby,...