change

When you go through a difficult, traumatic, or transformative experience, there’s a part of you that wants to hold onto the person you were before it happened. You try so hard to hold onto a simpler time–a time when things weren’t so scary. But you can’t.

I am a perimenopausal woman in her 40s who still feels like a 23-year-old at heart. I cannot stop the progression of time and its effects on my physical appearance, regardless of how youthful my spirit may be.

These days, I’m gentler with people than I’ve ever been. I’ve learned of the beauty and strength in each and every person regardless of where they come from or what they’ve been through — and with every interaction, I understand more why Mike saw the best in people.

When one has a mental illness and thrives under routine and consistency, change can be akin to a four-letter word. For me, that is certainly the case. I loathe change.

If you work at a digital media company, chances are you'll soon be discussing, at length, this buzzed-about tech-world news: Google is launching a

According to that fateful day in October, the vision of my pending 21st was a deafeningly loud, "I don't think so." Clad in pastel.

If you've ever listened to a Top 40 radio station, the following three words likely bring you a shiver of anticipation (or dread): new music Tuesda

Will bullying ever stop!?