Anne Thériault

Spring is the realization that if you can't believe in the possibility of change, then what have you got left?

This is what it's like to be a feminist on the Internet who also happens to be a mother.

I could tell my therapist that tomorrow I will eat toast for breakfast instead of a bagel, and technically I will have done what she's asked.

Winter can be a real drag. And so drab! So take this advice from the Chatelaine of Cair Paravel to make the final days of February more fab.

I want to know the texture and weight of faith, as if it was a sort fabric I could run my fingertips over.

It's possible to mourn and celebrate, to be with someone you can't see or feel, and to find some kind of joy even when you're mired in loss.

Please buy a dictionary and look up “censorship.” The definition is not “brief note concerning the subject matter of the following text.”