Anne Thériault

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.

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

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

Of course, Pa wasn't perfect. He had a definite libertarian/white supremacist/manifest destiny streak.

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

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.

Was Tommy from Third Rock From The Sun a slimy old alien dude or a 12-year-old boy? In retrospect, it doesn't matter.