“Will you write about me on your blog?” “Only if you do something wild enough to be worth writing about.” Matt jumped up and knocked over the drying rack holding my roommate’s laundry. “Is that wild enough?” “No, that’s just obnoxious,” I laughed. “Sorry, Viv,” Matt said, picking up her clothes. He still hasn’t done anything wild…
My parents aren’t the type to send care packages. Firstly, they wouldn’t know what to include. At home, we don’t really do nonperishable packaged snacks, which are a huge ingredient in most packages. Homemade cookies? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my mom bake. Small impulse buys? We’re generally frugal, so we avoid spending money on “stuff” whenever…
Dear Sabina, age 10, I know you’re frustrated right now—you fight with your friends weekly, you would give anything to quit swim team, and school is so easy and boring that you fake sick to stay home and read. You just want to be in the real world; you crave change and understanding. In the…
I recently spent two weeks on crutches after falling and badly bruising my femur. I’m in less pain now, but stairs are still difficult and I can’t bend my knee enough to sit in the back seat of a car. I’ll admit that I spent a lot of the first few days on crutches being frustrated…
I met Heidi at summer camp at the University of Oregon in 2008, roughly 6 1/2 years ago. We’ve been good friends for years, despite us always living three hours apart. Sometimes we won’t talk for months, but we always pick back up where we left off, which is a sign of a true best…
I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and…
The brilliance of photography is that it can capture a fleeting moment in which two people connect.
How people handle joy and pride shows you a lot about them. How people handle pain and remorse shows you even more. I’m not the girl who sits on countertops and swings her legs slightly as she falls in love or makes a big decision. I’m the girl that makes pro/con lists and sees everything as a process.…
You’ve already read about the time my Tinder date pulled out a gun, but that night was relatively late in my Tinder “career.” Before I even considered meeting anyone I met on the app, I flicked through a ton of guys and had conversations with a good handful. A lot of those people were really…
In my ideal world… My water bottle Would always be icy cold And so refreshing. It simply tastes best that way. A small, significant change. In my ideal world… We wouldn’t shake hands. We’d clench our fists and gently Touch them together. No more sweaty, dead fish hands. Greetings would be casual. Casual clothes,…
Victim to Charm 