When I was 15 years old, a simple trip to the dentist turned into a traumatic and public family crisis.
I didn’t know my mom had schizophrenia. I just knew something had stolen the best of...
I didn’t plan to see my 18th birthday. I was a senior in high school, and I felt like I was in a sinkhole, grasping at the sides but only slipping down deeper. I was struggling with depression,...
“Tell anyone you like. My story doesn’t help anyone if I keep it to myself.”
My grandmother’s story takes place in Idaho, right outside of Boise and roughly an hour and a half...
A couple weeks ago, my Twitter feed and news headlines filled quickly with some somber news: Rick Warren’s 27-year-old son, Matthew, had taken his own life. If you’re unfamiliar with Rick Warren...
I was born and raised in Boston. Not directly in the city, but close enough for my “R”s to somehow morph into “-AH”s. I stuffed my face with my fair share of Fenway Franks and Dunk’s. I spent...
“Seven Billion and Growing.”
That is what the little green sign on the edge of our “city limits” of Earth would read. But maybe that growing isn’t always felt; somehow, it doesn’t...
When I close my eyes and think of my cousin Brad, the memories flood quickly. He had wild and curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tan skin, and a smile that lit up every room he entered. He...