Essays Personal Essay | Pink, and You’ll Miss It If you had asked me, at any point between 1989 and 2008, I would have told you that I hated pink. Hated. Being AFAB (assigned Jessi-James Grey Posted on June 23, 2023
Life, Wellness Forget the Pink Stuff: 5 Charities That Are Making a Real Impact for Breast Cancer Patients & Survivors It’s October, which means it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It also means you’ll see stores drowning in pink, Sweatpants & Coffee Posted on September 30, 2019
Essays Singing Through Cancer Helped Me Survive I was not very curious about the nuances of singing and producing pitch during my younger adventures in a choir. A solid Guest Author Posted on October 23, 2018
Connection, Life, Mental, Self Care Notes from Nanea | The Parts of You My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, To say that I am a different person now than I was just a few years ago is technically Nanea Hoffman Posted on August 23, 2018
Mental, Self Care How Gratitude Is Keeping Me Sane First of all, let’s get one thing straight. A cancer diagnosis is like having a very large turd descend upon your Nanea Hoffman Posted on December 5, 2017
Life Nanea’s Awesome Gift Guide for Breast Cancer Patients When you know someone is going through a rough time, you want to do something tangible to comfort them. But many times, we Nanea Hoffman Posted on November 20, 2017
Essays, Self Care Sweatpants & Soul | The First Shower After We sit side by side on padded chairs next to the exam table, my husband and I. He’s there for emotional support but that part Nanea Hoffman Posted on September 17, 2017
Connection Letter from the Editor | #10 “What They Don’t Tell You” Dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, How are you? I mean really? Are you getting enough sleep? Hydrating okay? Are you feeling Nanea Hoffman Posted on August 4, 2017
Self Care Sweatpants & Soul | Feeling Chemotherapy By Melissa McAllister It was January 2014. In the shower, Nisha Sondhe felt something every woman dreads. There it was. A Guest Author Posted on May 7, 2017
Essays Taking Flight An Open Letter to the Boy-Man Behind Me on the Plane: You were loud. You were, in the most generous light, very loud. And you Guest Author Posted on March 29, 2017