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I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

. . . Sigh.

Dear Me In The Future: I hope you are not dead. I owe you an explanation.

While female incarceration has been part and parcel of the criminal justice system for decades (and, in fact, is on the rise), misconceptions have

The moon sauntered out from a curtain of clouds, whispering, “All things must end.”

Every now and then a “Mommy” would escape her lips and I would wipe it from my face, like mud or mosquitos on an otherwise idyllic summer’s drive.

Is matchmaking still relevant in an online dating-crazed world? We spoke with a professional to get the intel.

In the aftermath of my mom passing, I've learned to reconcile our rocky relationship with the knowledge that she loved me.