My son is genuinely one of my favorite people to hang out with.

For photographer Josie Norris, the decision was more than a form of birth control. It was gender-affirming care.

Despite finishing a Master's in Psychology — in queer healthcare access, no less — I didn't realize I had a serious eating disorder until afterward.

Admittedly, I’m still trying to figure out how my queerness factors into my mom style.

I have to take a page from my time recovering from an eating disorder. The habits and encouragement found in supportive eating disorder recovery look a lot like the things…

What’s it like to walk down the stairs with nothing bouncing? What’s it like to feel a seatbelt flat against me? What’s it like when my girlfriend lays her head…

I don't know when we normalized asking people what their worst habits are, but at some point, we did and now we do it every year! I hate it!

If you want to work out more, that’s great. But it’s also great if what you want is to watch every episode of the original Twilight Zone or dedicate more…

Giving up control is hard for me as a mom who was a single parent for so many years.

Let's all agree to make THIS year call us "Daddy."

We've all been in a place where we know we should see a therapist, but the idea of even taking the steps from "yeah I should probably see someone someday"…

This time of year inherently brings stress, so please treat yourself with kindness.

"One of the most beautiful things, especially in the queer experience, is joy."

Every holiday season, I revisit 2000's Arthur's Perfect Christmas and its lessons about friendship.

Yes, it's a Christmas movie actually. Let me explain.

8. Go down a social media rabbit hole trying to figure out what your favorite high school English teacher is up to.

Who knew the vintage clown music box that inexplicably plays "Memories" from the musical Cats would be haunted?

"In a world where it is clear that the nation-state is an outdated model that cannot hold us down, that cannot protect us, I ask: what do we owe each…

My ancestors really said “Ok, let’s make a dessert that looks like cured meat.”

My mother warned me that it goes by fast, but f*ck. The constant back and forth of being the mom of a tween is breaking my heart.