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“All grown-ups were once children—though only a few remember it.” The moment I opened The Little Prince , I felt as though I had embarked...

Some books feel like the warmth of the winter sun—soft, steady, and lingering. Some characters are like a passing spring breeze—gentle...

Growing up, we are often told, “Fitting in is a virtue.” From childhood, we are taught to blend into the group, to navigate social...

If life were a painting, what color would womanhood be? Soft pink? Bold red? Or an entirely new shade emerging from the chaos? No matter...