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The excitement of our new apartment had quickly been overshadowed by the shadow of Lily’s ex, Sarah. My insistence that Sarah not come to our housewarming had blown up, leaving […]

The drive back to my dorm was a blur of tears and self-doubt. My family’s dismissive reactions – my mom’s “label” comment, my dad’s “phase,” my sister’s cruel “no one […]

The tension in my childhood home was a thick, suffocating blanket. My parents’ unresolved separation, my mom’s escalating bitterness since Dad’s secret daughter, Celeste, came to light, and the general […]

The Christmas debate with my mom was quickly becoming a cold war. Her insistence that I buy a substantial gift for “A,” her new boyfriend’s son whom I barely knew, […]

The flicker of the stage lights always felt like home, a comforting illusion after the real-life drama of my breakup. Sam, with his easy laugh and shared passion for terrible […]

The tension in our house was thicker than stale Christmas pudding. My older brother, Alex, was still fuming, calling me selfish and a brat for daring to demand a real […]

My son (he’s 8) has cerebral palsy. One thing we taught him is never to look down on himself. While we recognize he has limitations, and we make accommodations for […]

My partner’s friend (25F) socially changed her name from the name her mom gave her, to a name she chose for herself. She is cisgender, btw. Her name change is […]

The scent of stale cereal hung in the air, a stark contrast to the usual delicious aromas that filled our apartment. It had been days since the infamous PowerPoint presentation, […]

The tension in the car on the way to my in-laws’ house was palpable. My husband, Mark, was clearly fuming about the new baby being a girl, blaming my “genetics” […]