As we reach the one-year anniversary of the COVID-19 lockdowns, the morale of the world is in a downward spiral—a spiral only exacerbated by this year’s particularly harsh winter. At the onset of quarantine,...

I’m from New York, which is not a very endearing way to start any sentence, but stay with me. When I moved up to Boston for college, I thought I was completely prepared for the harsh Massachusetts winters....

Much like everyone in my generation, I use dating apps. Tinder, Grindr, and Hinge are currently downloaded on my phone. And despite the desperation that list gives off, I don’t particularly like dating...

This winter break I’m bringing home two suitcases: one full of clothes, one empty.  I'll fill the empty one with frozen Filipino food like sapin-sapin (layered glutinous rice and coconut dessert),...

My high school boyfriend’s dreary old minivan was a staple in our driveway. He hugged my mom when they crossed paths in public, watched football games with my brother, and lovingly tackled my dog when...

Last semester, I “dated” a guy I’ll call Eric. I use the word “dated” loosely because we were never an official couple. We would sleep together, FaceTime weekly, and hang out every two weeks....

Warning: Spoilers for the TV show “Fleabag” ahead.  In the explosive second season of “Fleabag,” the first scene features the main character staring at her bloody reflection in a pristine bathroom...

When I started my freshman year, not a month had gone by before I saw couples forming.  Typically they did not last very long, and lingered in the honeymoon phase. This could be attributed to the...

My last “breakup” happened with a guy whom I never officially dated. I use the term “breakup” loosely because he didn’t end things with me—he ghosted me. For about a month, I regularly...