Well, homechickens, it's been a long road together. When the inestimable and amazing Lesley Kinzel popped up in my inbox in September 2011, asking if I was interested in joining this new site she was working on, I said, "sure, why not." After jumping up and down and screaming and calling my best

I left Seattle when I was 12. We packed up the big, oddly-shaped house I'd spent what felt like a lifetime in (it was actually only six years) and put everything in a moving van to speed off to Texas. People talk about how their homes feel empty, like a shell, once all their stuff is ...Continue

A few months ago, I went on an underwhelming date. He was handsome and polite, but there was something off — a slow-boiling rage simmering somewhere beneath his Vineyard Vines fleece. It bubbled up when he mentioned how he hadn’t gotten into Princeton, how he worked twice as hard as his siblings,

While studying abroad, I quickly became friends with one of my neighbors on my floor, Thomas. Thomas is Dutch and spent most of his early adult life in St. Croix, an island in the Caribbean that has a lot of melanin — in other words, he grew up around black folks. Thomas also has a son who is

“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.” “I’m here if you need someone.”“How are you?”“I can’t even begin to imagine.” These are the words of friends and family who don’t understand how hard it is to have a brother in prison. Nick spent four years in a pre-trial facility in Kern ...Continue