Category: identity

The Gospel of Relief

There is a very specific, deeply spiritual moment in life that no one prepares you for. Not childbirth.Not falling in love.Not even finding a parking spot directly in front of your destination in Manhattan (which, frankly, deserves its own religion). I’m talking about that moment. The one where […]

Ghosted by Humidity

I recently stumbled upon a post, because of course I did since he algorithm knows I enjoy a good existential spiral, about research suggesting that “haunted” places may not be haunted at all. I’ll pause for the collective gasp. Apparently, those eerie feelings of not being alone, of […]