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I’m here alone. I’m free and clear of all attachments.

Learning To Love The Grey: Leaving Behind The Ghosts Of Loves Past In New Orleans

Loving means giving up control. Releasing something to the universe. It’s not prescriptive. There is no place for black and white in love. It’s the Read...
Celia Finkelstein    |   07.25.17   |   SHARE
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Wearing Dead People’s Clothing

Three of my favorite t-shirts used to belong to dead people. I wear them when I want to feel my departed loved ones close to me. Read...
Lilly Dancyger    |   07.18.17   |   SHARE
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Love In A Red Box: The Unexpected Heartbreak Of My Friends-With-Benefits Fling

I glance over at the packages in the mailroom. When I see his address, I instinctively reach for it. "Plated"? What’s this red insulated box? Food Read...
Elana Rabinowitz    |   06.27.17   |   SHARE
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Running Away From Home At 15 Helped Me Find A Home Within Myself

I thought healing would mean lying. I thought allowing myself to be helped would be falsifying documents that stated I was all right or had a happy Read...
Maggie Ethridge    |   05.23.17   |   SHARE
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Much of the food we ate ran along these lines: not unrecognizable to the average American, but not at all the same.

Eating Lunch In Palestine 

I was an American Jew in Palestine. I wondered if I had made a mistake in coming here, in leaving the relative safety of my hotel in Jerusalem, or Read...
Naomi Tomky    |   05.9.17   |   SHARE
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Addicted To Nostalgia: Vintage Estate Sales, My Mother, And Me

From a distance, a vintage girl can seem charming and lovably odd until you realize that she literally comes with a ton of baggage. Read...
Jagger Blaec    |   04.25.17   |   SHARE
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Did my mom feel alone, as if she were blamed for what happened to her? Like nobody could understand what she was dealing with?

After My Mom Died, Drinking Made Me Feel Closer To Her

When my mom died, I made a list of things that made me similar to her: My favorite color was purple, I liked to write, I loved reading, I adored cats Read...
Alaina Leary    |   04.11.17   |   SHARE
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"My eating disorder is like a safety blanket."

I'm Scared Of Recovering From My Eating Disorder

It has been part of my life for so long that I have woven it into the fabric of my personality and sense of self. Read...
Emily Neie    |   03.21.17   |   SHARE
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