Personal Essays
What a year of grieving taught me about dying well.
This week, I dressed like the rainbow to try and feel something.
This week, I grab pre-quarantine Kat by the shoulders and shake them into action.
This week, I revisit my first creative love -- poetry.
Turns out, I’m willing to gamble my health for a handful of orgasms.
This week, I took nudes for my own damn self.
A Black Lives Matter protest took me down memory lane.
This week, I learned that notification ignorance isn't always bliss.
Reflections on how growing up also means growing out of certain friendships.
I’m still confused about how to communicate my own queerness within the LGBTQ+ community.
How I cultivated a really bad habit — and my vow to stop it.
A life-changing diagnosis sheds light on the past.
The thought of saying “I'm Jewish” used to terrify me — not anymore.
I had an abortion at 11 weeks — I don’t regret it.
And I'll reclaim your stereotypes on my own terms.
Asian Americans are taking to the polls and claiming their electoral power and, by doing so, challenging racist stereotypes.
Once again, social media is being used as a political scapegoat.
Women’s ability to manage their personal traumas has been challenged by Donald Trump’s rise to political power.