Millennials are known for a lot of things. We are the most diverse generation, the most educated, we are the least republican generation. Only 19% of millennials consider themselves republican (you can thank Trump), and we are also the generation to kill the cereal company.… READ THE REST
It’s 3 AM and I’m wide-awake. Silent tears reach my pillowcase as I try to cry quietly. The week had been an exhausting one. Three trips to the doctor’s office, three blood draws, three calls from the nurse with good news, hesitation, and then preparation.… READ THE REST
I’ve been contemplating writing about this for a while now. Not enough time has passed, and I’m not sure there will ever be enough time that can pass, but I need to talk about it. It’s not something I want to talk about, but for the sake of myself and my husband’s ear I need to talk to someone other than my husband.… READ THE REST
There is a man. He is standing outside of a bar. His back is up against the wall and he rubs his hands down her arms as she shivers. She is already jaded and bent from each time he’s exposed her.… READ THE REST
College is a fresh start where students find new beginnings. Figuring out the next step in life and who you want to be is the hardest part about it. For me, all it took was one class and one pretty cool professor, and in that class I discovered the root of all my problems.… READ THE REST
I wished he would just die. End his suffering, and mine.
You’re dead, and I’m free.
NO MORE SHITTY CHILDHOOD.
The first time my dad broke my heart was when he busted the bedroom door down and slapped the shit out of my mom.… READ THE REST
Our society has a complex relationship with breasts. They are symbols of lust, the subject of comparisons, and tools for nourishing our children. We are barraged with sexually-explicit images of cleavage and nips. We compare the size of our breasts with those of our friends, yet secretly (mistakenly so!) assume the girl with the biggest boobs is the biggest slut.… READ THE REST
I turned on the news, held my 5 year old daughter in my arms, and cried. Over 500 people injured or killed in Las Vegas. 500 daughters, sons, fathers, wives, ceased to be human beings, and became walking targets while dancing to country music.… READ THE REST
I need to interrupt your newsfeed for this quick alert: black people are tired.
I shouldn’t speak for everyone but as for myself; I am TIRED of being a woman of color, in the age of social media. I am tired of listening to you debate the lives of black males at the water cooler, and I am tired of trying really hard to be unoffensive in my approach, while Larry loose lips shoots from the hip every chance he gets.… READ THE REST
Hurricane Harvey has caused widespread, catastrophic flooding and damage in Texas and along the Gulf Coast. This fund will provide relief to survivors in the form of emergency supplies like food, water, and medicine in addition to longer-term recovery assistance to help residents recover and rebuild.… READ THE REST
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
There comes a time in life when affairs, like death, become unavoidable. They become a part of the adult landscape; you just hope the bomb doesn’t go off too close to home. That the shrapnel doesn’t hit your family. This week, it landed in my inbox.… READ THE REST
I watched 13 Reasons Why, it enraged me. I was so angry with Hannah for not trying harder to live. I am still angry with her days after finishing the show, and why? It’s a fictional representation of some girl’s high school experience.… READ THE REST
I am going to tell you something I typically only share with very close friends, or drunk girls who are crying in the public restroom. This is something I know I may take some hits for, but I hope you will hear me because I ain’t wrong: If you want him to stay, you may have to leave.… READ THE REST
I was always one of those girls who had a boyfriend. I’m not talking T-Swift style; my flings totally lasted longer than 2 months. I mean I had long-term boyfriends and it started in the 5th grade. At first I wore my relationships like a badge of honor but after a while I started to realize that I didn’t know how to be single.… READ THE REST
Grab the tissues mom because this is not going to be easy. I need you to know what you did impacted my life and I will never be the same.
Deep sigh…. Okay I am ready.
I didn’t always have a mom on Mother’s Day.… READ THE REST
Some people are just toxic, it’s a hard fact of life. Okay, maybe they’re not being toxic to everyone but they can be in your life. Perhaps you were once friends and had a lot in common but people do actually change.… READ THE REST
I am your token millennial. I was born in 1987, (you can check my driver’s license should you feel skeptical). I am young enough to use google as a verb, but old enough to have owned mix tapes. I refuse to shop at Walmart because of the labor conditions in their Asian factories, and yet I will admit I have no idea who my state representatives are.… READ THE REST
I am totally addicted to watching Shark Tank. Never in my right mind have I wanted to start my own business because I know how much work it is. My husband, on the other hand, is business driven, but we both really enjoy watching everyday people pitch their billion dollar ideas.… READ THE REST
It was 7th grade, and the final field trip of year. The junior high was off to Sixth Flags Great Adventures, where small children can spend a years’ worth of allowance on a soda pop and corn dog that’s not even kosher.… READ THE REST