Strawberry days. Aunt Flow. Shark Week. Moon time. You know that time of the month. You could probably think of a dozen other euphemisms for “He who shall not be named”. As a society, we actively avoid talking about menstruation, as if merely uttering the word “period” will summon a…

“I’m trying to be a good person, but trying is hard, and we’ve got to accept that” I had taken my seven-year-old niece out for ice cream when she said those words. We had been talking about Christmas, and she had asked me why does Santa Clause still bring her…

“Wow, I could never do that! It must be so hard” I had been talking to a new acquaintance when the topic of relationships had come up. The second I told her that my boyfriend lived in New York, hundreds of miles away from me, her eyebrows had shot up…

I can almost hear Miranda Priestly huffing at the title of the article. She would rather die than be caught wearing that €15 floral dress from H&M, but in this case, the devil we’re referring to is climate change. …