There’s this moment in your twenties when home stops feeling like a finish line or a fallback and starts feeling like… a throbbing little reminder that life isn't happening in the order you imagined. That’s the home sweet headache— that oddly tender, slightly painful sensation of returning to the place that raised you while you're still trying to raise yourself. It is not dramatic. I should be stopping my tears; it is like walking into a familiar room and realizing the room

Food, fashion, tailgating, chants, and the little details outsiders don’t notice. Most women grow up with routines — morning or night — that feel like small acts of self-care. The therapeutic strokes of a makeup brush, the careful choosing of which version of yourself to present that day. It is a practice, a ritual, a rhythm that sets the tone.              Detroit football is no different. It is an inherited ritual, passed down through generations. From family gatherings to

Martin Scorsese  once said that the true goal of storytelling is to make the audience care about your obsessions. What’s fascinating about admiring role models is that we often only glimpse the surface—we rarely see the depth of their struggles or the sacrifices they made for their art. When their journeys are shared, the hardships are often skimmed over, even though it’s in those toughest moments that the greatest inspiration is born. So why is it that we tend to “glow” when

By Kiki Pape January 2025 Imagine it is, 2014. You sit at your vanity and imagine the artistic landscapes you can create on your...