Well, let’s start by how fervently I will defend Taylor Swift.
Rediscovering three short and sweet words on the streets of NYC
Did being a fan of everything mean being a fan of nothing?
I’ve started attaching a moral crusade to my defense of Thanksgiving as the best holiday of all time.
A discussion worth having with yourself and your peers
I have spent the previous five years of my life reminiscing about how horrible middle schoolers were — myself included.
Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself
There’s a looming sense that my time is limited and I have a lot to accomplish before I move to Europe.
In the time it takes to walk three strides, we exchange a few empty phrases and continue onwards.
The totally humiliating experience of breaking-down in my slippers reminded me that not everything is under my control.
Despite what I may tell others, I am not fine. The shooting at the Pittsburgh synagogue hurt me deeply.
It’s the season where it is a little bit more socially acceptable to play “Monster Mash” on repeat.
I wait for answers, or at least some closure.
Last Wednesday, I made the mistake of scheduling away just about every one of the 24 hours the day held.
Televised political debates may get ugly, but the laundry room gets downright dirty.
Over the course of eight hours, I was tested in every possible way to get in a car accident.
Delusion is one of those words with an inherently negative meaning and connotation.
The first Halloween I can actually remember, my parents dressed me as a lion.
For most social events, I learned quickly that it’s mostly always easier to just go with it.
Even if it’s well after the first day of class and even if you haven’t established yourself as a “talker,” remember we all have something valuable to say.
