holidays

Ah, the holidays. Or, as it’s called in my family, the annual time of year to scrutinize and peer-pressure their darling daughter/niece/cousin/granddaughter over her eating habits.

Ah, the holidays. Or, as it’s called in my family, the annual time of year to scrutinize and peer-pressure their darling daughter/niece/cousin/granddaughter over her eating habits.

The holidays aren’t easy on anybody, but if you’re among the millions of US women who live with one or more chronic illnesses, you may find the social obligations this time of year more draining and dismal than merry and bright.

The holidays aren’t easy on anybody, but if you’re among the millions of US women who live with one or more chronic illnesses, you may find the social obligations this time of year more draining and dismal than merry and bright.

If someone you care about is suffering through the pain of first holidays without someone they love, there are things you can do.

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

Santa Claus is an envoy of our dominant, white cultural traditions. Let him be a better diplomat.

This season is hard. So I'm pretending it doesn't exist. You're welcome to join!