ESSAY NO. 1 | I Do Not Want to Become My Best Self
There is always another version of me waiting somewhere in the distance. She wakes earlier. She drinks more water. She exercises consistently, answers messages on time, reads instead of scrolling, finishes everything she starts and has somehow developed the sort of morning routine that requires both a journal and an aesthetically pleasing glass of lemon water. She is emotionally regulated but never emotionally unavailable. She has boundaries without becoming difficult, ambition without becoming exhausted and confidence without ever appearing arrogant. She is financially responsible, physically healthy, intellectually curious, spiritually grounded and apparently capable of keeping every drawer in her house organized. I have spent an unreasonable amount of my adult life trying to catch this woman. Increasingly, however, I find myself wondering whether I actually want to.
Daughters of the Unwritten, Episode III: Inherited Silence by Giulia Costantini
In Episode III of Daughters of the Unwritten, Giulia Costantini explores how women's knowledge survived through silence, memory, and inheritance. Moving beyond written archives, she examines the gestures, warnings, rituals, and unspoken traditions that carried ancestral wisdom across generations.
Daughters of the Unwritten: Episode II Marginal Geographies by Giulia Costantini
In Episode II of Daughters of the Unwritten, Giulia Costantini explores the rural landscapes, folk traditions, and ancestral knowledge systems that existed beyond institutional authority. From Southern Italian folklore to the enduring wisdom of marginalized communities, Marginal Geographies examines how place itself became a keeper of memory, ritual, and resistance.
The Women Who Keep the Dead Alive
Memorial Day arrives each year with its familiar national choreography: flags placed in rows, folded lawn chairs, highway traffic, sales advertisements, family cookouts, social posts thanking the fallen, and the annual declaration that summer has unofficially begun. Publicly, it is a day of remembrance. In practice, remembrance is often brief, ceremonial, and quickly absorbed into leisure. We nod toward the dead and then continue moving.

