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She could not make sense of the things that were meant for her, but she was drawn to it all. And when she was alone, she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars. R.M. Drake ---------- What I remember most from...

Like any well adjusted individual, I had my first existential crisis around age 6. It was induced by a well meaning teacher who decided we should come to school dressed as what we wanted to be when we grew up. I’m pretty sure I believed this event would determine my...

“You can’t just say that to him,” my brother-in-law scolded me. “Tell her Jess.” My sister, looking regretful, “yeah… you can’t say that to a guy.” “Why not?” I asked indignantly, honestly perplexed by their responses. My verbal transgression? I had gone out on a date...