If you're feeling disillusioned with politics, disconnected from your community, or just wondering how we move forward in such divided times, The New Civic Path by Richard C. Harwood offers a thoughtful, experience-driven response. This review highlights why the book stood out to me as a justice-minded reader — and why it’s already making its way into the hands of people I care about.

There’s something deeply exhausting about being online in 2025. Not just because of the constant influx of headlines, tragedies, and half-baked thread explainers – but because we’ve now spent over a decade in the digital wilderness, listening to people we would never take seriously in real life. We’re drowning in thoughts that were never meant to be spoken aloud, let alone published, reposted, and algorithmically amplified. And it’s making all of us just a little bit dumber.

No Cure, No Problem: The Art of Healing touched me on a deeply personal level. As someone who made major lifestyle changes to reverse PCOS symptoms, support my mental health, and rewire lifelong habits after significant trauma, I found Jason Ott’s framework both validating and enlightening. His integrative approach reflects what many of us come to discover the hard way: true healing is never one-size-fits-all.

The first Monday in May is sacred on the fashion calendar, yet in recent years, far too many guests have treated the Met Gala theme like a vague suggestion. But this year’s Costume Institute exhibition, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style, delivered a rare thing: intention.

Kevin Wilson’s Nothing to See Here surprised me in the way the best reads do: with quiet weirdness, emotional precision, and an undeniable sense of heart. I went into it knowing only the basic hook — children who spontaneously combust — and came out with a story that’s less about spectacle and more about care, odd kinship, and what it means to try to love people well, even when you’ve been discarded yourself.

Britney Spears’ “Toxic” is playing on the radio. Logomania it-bags and frosted eyeshadow are in, Lindsay Lohan is on every tabloid cover. Your Motorola Razr flips open with a satisfying snap. It’s the early 2000s, and therapy is still for ‘crazy people.’