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.

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

We live in a culture that simultaneously claims to embrace the equality of men and women and at the same time seriously devalues femininity.

Find Valentine's day too emotionally fraught and filled with tons of heteronormative/patriarchal assumptions? You might be ready to take a break from it.

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

Like several other words in Webster's (pegasus, manticore, afterlife), "misandry" falls firmly into the category of “imaginary things.”

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

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.

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.

Spoiler alert: they look like bodies that have been recently been filled with a quart of amniotic fluid, two pounds of placenta plus a kid. This is not a bad thing.