I tugged on the kitchen garbage bag and accidentally pulled the plastic strings through the top. As I tried to release the over-stuffed bag from the can, my toes dug into my cozy wool socks.
Read MoreFrom the time I was about twelve or thirteen years old, I wanted to be a psychologist.
Read MoreSometimes when I look at pictures of me as a little girl I want to scream to her through the image “Watch out! It’s about to get rough. Hold on. You will be ok. You are amazing.”
Read MoreMy hands lie across the keys. How do I write what I am thinking? How do I say what I feel?
Read MoreYesterday I spent several hours on-set at Refinery 29, an incredible online platform for young girls and women.
Read MoreAnd so completes the annual family journey to our mother’s roots in which brother and sister take the lead.
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