These beautiful German notebooks are the only notebooks I want to write in for the rest of my life.
As a teen girl a little like Lady Bird, I couldn’t see my mother playing anything other than a supporting role in my star vehicle. Now, I see how central she always was.
When it feels like the world is falling apart, literally putting something back together is powerful.
It’s one thing to know your son is gay — it’s another to see the proof.
Ain’t nobody got time for a whole shower routine before bed when they’re already exhausted from spending eight hours reading emails that say, “Any updates on this?”
I wish I had said more than I did to my husband’s ex-wife about gratitude and apologies, and what a privilege it was to raise a child with her.
It’s easy to scoff at the cult of Diana. But the mourning in the wake of her death was as much about the senseless tragedy as it was about her, herself.
When my tía Bebi was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she asked me to help her get to Switzerland, where assisted dying is legal — but we had no idea how many obstacles would stand in our way.
The culture of empathy I remember growing up during the Great Depression taught us that those who were suffering weren’t lazy or lacking the desire to do better — fate had the potential to slap any of us.
After years of expensive medical treatments and strict diets, I've come to accept that there is no cure for the rash I've tried to hide my entire life.
Sean and I are good at dating each other, because we’ve worked on it — not because we started that way.
"You know what? I think I’m good."
I thought being Mexican-American was about losing the Mexican to become the American. Selena didn't.
I’ve had my license for about nine years now, but somehow the driving lessons never seem to end.
The sunshine and stability that made Los Angeles so appealing when I moved here also made it easy to lose track of time. This winter, I found it again.
After growing up with a disability, I thought being excluded from public restrooms was a relic of my past, not a part of my — and thousands of other trans people’s — futures.
Growing up Jewish in America, it has usually been easy to forget the fear that’s part of my DNA. It feels awful to acknowledge that, right now, fear is reasonable.
I know how complicated the legacy of historically black universities in America is, because my own life has been a reckoning with it.
My mother would always remind me, “Sara, when people see you in hijab, you are representing Islam.” And whether I liked it or not, she was right.
Jerusalem tried its best to keep us — two gay men, a Jewish American and a Muslim Palestinian — apart. But in the midst of conflict, we found peace in each other.
Growing up in Colombia, it was reading about "Long Island Lolita" Amy Fisher that made me realize the biggest scandal was the boredom of normality itself.
The teachers at my high school made miracles out of the little money we had. Under the oversight of Betsy DeVos, I worry they’re about to lose even that.
Smutty videos helped me name and claim my desires as a black gay man, in a world where only straight people’s sexuality comes with an owner’s manual.
After years of trading music with boyfriends, I've finally reclaimed these songs for myself.
When my mother started traveling alone after her divorce, I saw a new side of her — and it helped me understand myself.
The voice that tells me I can’t pull things off is now an almost inaudible murmur that I regularly ignore, and I implore you to do the same.
My mitochondrial disease has no treatment or cure. But after years of focusing on what I can’t do because of my disability, I finally see what I can do — and how I can do it.
I’ve struggled with "bad thoughts" my whole life — and while I can't stop my son from having them too, I can show him how to live fully.
It’s strange to see the media turn its attention to places like my hometown in coal-country Pennsylvania and find that my experience there, as part of the non-white working class, is still invisible.
When I discovered Lemony Snicket’s books as a kid, they made me feel less alone in my fears that everything might not be okay.
Come on. It'll only take five minutes.
In no particular order, here are some of the great essays published by BuzzFeed's global bureaus this year.
In a letter I listed the job, partner, and apartment I wanted more than anything. Within two years, like magic, I had them all.
I never knew I would come out three times or that I would struggle differently with each label.
For a long time, I was afraid that wearing a wig would be hiding who I really am.
Sometimes I wish I could ask America when, exactly, it made its mind up about us.
My son and daughter found out yesterday that Donald Trump would be their new president. Today, and for the rest of their lives, I need to make them believe that their survival and success is still inevitable.
My mom’s Kashmiri cooking has always tethered me to home. So it’s no wonder she won’t give me (all) the secrets to doing it myself.
Now that I'm sober, they look quite different.
Twice in my life, my face has been made unrecognizable — first by a car accident, and then by cancer. Both times, contouring gave me a way to create a new one.
Growing up in a Korean American family, I absorbed the idea that any feeling of pleasure comes at a cost. But as I get older, I’m realizing it doesn’t have to work that way.
Accepting that I couldn’t force my sister out of her violent relationship was the best thing I could do for both of us.
When my closest friend's first baby was stillborn, we navigated through depression and grief together.
For too long, I thought being gay would condemn me to a life filled with nothing but guilt and violence.
After trekking 2,000 miles of mountainous terrain on foot, I transformed physically and spiritually, but that didn't mean I wanted to totally erase my old self.
The life and death of Love Park.
My partner doesn't want his body. But I do.
I would recognize the sound of my father's voice, if only I could hear it again.
My life is ruled by order, but when my sister died, I realized there are some things you can never plan for.
What got me every time was the covers.