I hold in my hands a mirror. I hold it up to you, but you wince and look away. Or, you find, with lightning speed, the needle in the haystack that won’t stop pricking you, and calling you ugly, fat, unworthy. Your eyes find the needle immediately, but they are…

There’s no firm protocol for handling a relationship with a wayward parent. I’ve often wished there was, that in certain situations I could have looked at some flowchart optimized for a healthy father-daughter relationship — or at least peaceful coexistence — that would tell me what to do. I could…

The protest started at 5pm on Thursday. By the time I got there at 5:05, a small group had begun to gather — chanting and holding signs in the air that read, “Kava-NOPE!” or “Believe Survivors,” or, my personal favorite, “I thought Republicans were anti-entitlement.” The police had set up…