This is the winning selection from the Sad Girl Diaries Winter 2024 Fiction & Nonfiction Contest. trigger warning: self-harm, disordered...

“Folks, this is the captain speaking.  We are beginning our descent into the Warsaw Frederic Chopin Airport.  Please return tray tables...

I remember the exact moment she asked me like it was yesterday: the white button down shirt and red lipstick and the velvety texture of...

Those who know me best are aware of my undying devotion to idols of feminine musical melancholy: Mitski, Lana del Rey, Lorde, Florence +...

1. My father and I are at Best Thai eating pad thai. “She said her name was Sarah.” In between bites, my father is telling me a story...

When I brave the cold of the tile and go downstairs, the room is empty. I see a pink hairbrush, its bristles loose and wrapped with curly...

“Where’s the rolling pin?” he asked. “Let me look,” I said, sliding open kitchen drawers. Tom, my husband, darted into the basement then...

The French have a term for the desire to throw oneself from a high place, "l'appel du vide" or "call of the void." Several articles...

I stood by the sink and let the tap water run to get warm while watching my daughter slowly unravel her two thick braids. Her eyes were...

It’s so hard to be American right now. It’s impossible. My very first Barbie was a hand-me-down. She looked like the poorer cousin of the...

**Robin's essay is the winning submission from the Summer Fiction & Nonfiction Contest.** It’s a three-day drive from our recycled brick...

When it comes to Airbnb, there are generally two categories of dwellings that can be rented in their entirety. The first is a house,...