I’m always rushing. Through everything. Exams, dinners, conversations, entire seasons of my life. I feel it—a certain push to be done, to...

I always wash my dishes as soon as I finish eating. It’s one of those unspoken rules I’ve followed my whole life, not because anyone told...

There are people in your life you don’t think much about until they’re gone. Not the ones who leave you devastated, and not the ones you...

We like to think we’re fighting for something. That we’re standing on the right side of history, loud and clear. But if I’m being honest,...

The first time I came back home after moving abroad, I was met with a wall of observations I hadn’t asked for. “You’re different.” They...

Some people learn early that humor is a kind of camouflage. It’s not something they choose so much as something that chooses them—a way...

When we started talking, I didn’t think twice about where it would go. It was one of those connections that felt effortless, like we were...

We spend our lives waiting for the day we’ll finally be beautiful. Or successful. Or loved. We call it a glow-up,  like one day we’ll...

It started with a question—casual, almost meaningless on the surface. A friend laughed and asked, “Where did you even pick that up?” I’d...

When I was 16, my mom and my aunt dropped me off at a boarding school in France. We didn’t have a dramatic goodbye; no tears, no grand...

It’s a strange thing, realizing you’re the villain in someone else’s story. Not because you meant to be, not because you plotted their...

The hardest part of being alive isn’t heartbreak, or the creeping dread that finds you in the quiet moments, or even the absurdity of...

It was last summer, 2 a.m., in front of a crowded bar in Rome. The kind of place where the streets are loud with laughter, the air smells...

Where I’m from, the first question you’re asked is, “Di chi sei?”—“Who do you belong to?” It’s not about identity but ownership. People...