“The carefree manner in which the guests of the wedding interacted with one another that night stamps this story in a specific time a seeming eternity ago, before social distancing and quarantine and a great big pause on America’s $60-billion-plus-a-year wedding industrial complex.”
In this searching personal essay, writer Scaachi Koul conflictedly interrogates her inability to ignore societal pressure and stop wishing she were thinner — along with her inability to get thinner in time for her upcoming wedding, for which her dress is too small.
En route to a wedding, Alana Massey is haunted by the ghosts of relationships past.
Just the other day, I received an e-mail from a photographer looking for an internship. His short note almost brought me to tears: “I come from Sarajevo, Bosnia, and my life has put me though many challenges. I am saying this because I have had the chance to see the worst in humans and was […]
“How can I begin to tell you about Chaz? She fills my horizon, she is the great fact of my life, she has my love, she saved me from the fate of living out my life alone, which is where I seemed to be heading. If my cancer had come, and it would have, and […]