Wake up. It’s 7am. You’re alone; time to get ready. Shower. Fight the encroaching existential crisis. Put ice in your cup. Go to work. A...

I am a grownup because I can make my own doctor's appointments and cancel them at the last minute. I am a grownup because I can turn up...

Virginia Wolf had internal critics. Or, I guess the real news is that she had beautiful names for those inner voices that censor our...

My inner critic always has something to say. No matter the project or the occasion, he finds fault with everything I do. Sometimes this...

Imagine you’re a second-year graduate student. You’re sitting in the well-decorated living room of your thesis adviser; you were invited...

I turn twenty-six this year in July. I’ll have to pay for my health insurance. I’m not in my early twenties anymore. And when I stand in...

The summer sun beats down on my back. I pick up the paintbrush, dip it into the five-gallon bucket, wipe the excess on the rim. There’s...

I am currently serving as an AmeriCorps VISTA at the American Printing House for the Blind in Louisville, Kentucky. AmeriCorps is like a...

I’ve thought and thought about this month’s theme: careers. I’ve rolled over a good answer to this question: how has your education at...

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a kid. I started with short stories in elementary school, graduated to comic books in middle...

Just before the New Year, my mom suffered a life-threatening ruptured brain aneurysm. She survived, and when she eventually was released...

Fourteen months ago, I became a foster mom to two teenage girls. Long story short—I now consider the girls to be my daughters, and...

I could say I got a job with my MLL degree—and I’d be telling the truth. I leveraged my major to work as the Alumni Relations blogger...

I’m not working at my dream job. I’d love to be more optimistic about it, but guilt keeps me honest (freaking guilt). My real passion is...

When people ask about my career, they always look surprised when I respond, "I'm a museum professional." The most common reaction I get...

I would not consider myself a courageous person. I have never climbed a mountain, fought a bear, ran through fire barefoot, or swallowed...

He told me that he was depressed on a bitterly cold day in January. I was driving and he was in the passenger seat. “I’m depressed,” he...

Since my junior year of college, I have questioned my faith, my values, and the Church. I struggled to find something tangible and true...

“Her smart. Her think she white,” the oversized mahogany-skinned girl whispered to her posse of girls in the hallway of lockers at my...

As I scroll through my Twitter and Facebook feed every day, I feel disheartened; I feel weary; I feel as though I want to capture every...