Nobody is white. This seems like an odd place to start, but look at your arm under decent light. Unless you’ve recently died, you will not find white. You’ll find beige, maybe with olive undertones. Pink if you’ve been exercising. Cream, sand, wheat – the cosmetics industry abandoned ‘white’ as a descriptor generations ago because…

Last September, eating a peach with chocolate peanut butter ice cream in my kitchen a little after midnight, I realized I was happy. Not in the way you realize you’ve forgotten your keys – more the way you notice your breathing only after it’s slowed. Nothing special about the combination: cold peach from the fridge,…

Becoming exacts a cost we rarely anticipate. This melancholy arrives slowly – less a sharp loss than a gradual dissolution of bonds that once seemed unbreakable. It unpacks quietly while you are occupied in the trenches; it settles softly, never making a sound that alerts you to its presence. You remain oblivious, live with it,…