When you were little, You had that spark. The one all the little girls do. Until the world teaches them playing with fire is not what...

I almost ran out of gas in Acadia National Park, and I realized my car is sentient. Now, I'd never been a particularly spiritual person....

It was the night before Valentine's Day, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, focused on the task at hand: choosing which classmate...

It's waking up, and checking your phone before you remember. It's wondering if this is a stress dream. It's knowing this pain because...

Despite--or maybe because of--the way my mind tends to jet from idea to idea, I've always loved a list. It gives direction to what is...

When I planned this blog about a year ago, I expected to write my introduction from a place of self-acceptance and triumph. But now, as I...