In the time it takes to walk three strides, we exchange a few empty phrases and continue onwards.
The totally humiliating experience of breaking-down in my slippers reminded me that not everything is under my control.
Despite what I may tell others, I am not fine. The shooting at the Pittsburgh synagogue hurt me deeply.
It’s the season where it is a little bit more socially acceptable to play “Monster Mash” on repeat.
I wait for answers, or at least some closure.
Last Wednesday, I made the mistake of scheduling away just about every one of the 24 hours the day held.
Televised political debates may get ugly, but the laundry room gets downright dirty.
Over the course of eight hours, I was tested in every possible way to get in a car accident.
Delusion is one of those words with an inherently negative meaning and connotation.
The first Halloween I can actually remember, my parents dressed me as a lion.
For most social events, I learned quickly that it’s mostly always easier to just go with it.
Even if it’s well after the first day of class and even if you haven’t established yourself as a “talker,” remember we all have something valuable to say.
Corporations use color to subliminally control your brain, and the only way to resist is by turning your phone on black and white.
How the roles reverse with age.
If you could rewind Father Time’s clock to move-in day your first year and re-do college, would you?
I simply don’t feel like myself in leggings and a t-shirt, and I cite a high value in the capacity of my clothes to express intricate and nuanced details about who I am.
I learned that intrinsic motivation is an important tool to carry, because I can't always rely on other people or prizes to do tough things.
“I don’t want to show my parents my dorm room! It’s a pigsty!” Exactly, my friend. It most certainly is.
I could pick up a book and go to Spain with Hemingway or East Egg with Fitzgerald.
Move over Jim Ryan, a new prez is in town
