Anne Thériault

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.

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

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

Under the guidance of the two princess-goddesses, Equestria is to this day a place where stallions and mares enjoy equal privileges.

The deaths of trans women like Dalmar constitute an emergency; there's no other word for it.

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.

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

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

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.

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