Beauty. Pleasure. Desire. Romance.

The strange shame around women and beauty. Also what happened when I tried the Wella Color Fresh Mask.

A soft, lavender-rose perfume that smells like the fantasy of a slower, more feminine life.

Fresh, luminous, impossibly light. The kind of foundation worn by a woman who is no longer rushing through her life.

Somewhere between the low ceilings, the rosé bottles, the arguments, and the lack of privacy, I learned what it really means to choose someone.

Must. Find. Something. To. Redirect. His. Attention!

On learning not to disappear when love gets hard