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We all want to build our kids up. We want them to feel loved, capable, and secure in who they are. But sometimes, even with

Some childhood wounds don’t announce themselves loudly. They show up quietly in adulthood—in the way you flinch when someone raises their voice, in your inability

I grew up watching my boomer parents fight through life the only way they knew how: with grit, stubbornness, discipline, and quiet endurance. They were

My aunt visited me in Brazil last month, and I watched her struggle to video call her sister back home for twenty minutes. The camera

I was at a dinner party last weekend when my extroverted friend Maria looked at me, confused. “Why didn’t you just jump into the conversation?”

I used to think aging gracefully was about expensive serums and complicated routines. Then I met Clara at a dinner party in Santiago last year.

I used to think relationships ended with big fights or dramatic exits. Then I watched my friend Ana’s six-year relationship dissolve in whispers. No yelling.

Last week, my husband and I finally had our weekly date night at this cozy Italian place in Pinheiros. We left Emilia with our nanny

A friend of mine went through a brutal divorce a few years ago. Her husband left without warning, drained their joint accounts, and moved across

I answer texts within minutes. Phone calls? I’ll let those ring and send a quick “sorry, can’t talk now” message right after. My husband used

I used to think something was wrong with me because I could spend an entire Saturday reading in bed while my extroverted friends needed constant

I’ve been thinking about aging lately. Not in a worried way, but more out of curiosity. What makes some people look significantly younger than others,