On Love And Self-Worth

“I’m not the kind of girl you bring home to your parents,” I would blurt. No matter whom I was with—the aspiring punk rocker matching me drink for drink at a dive, the privately educated hedge fund trainee at a Michelin star restaurant, or the amiable one-night stand under the comforter of my university-issued twin…

Large Problems For Little Minds

One of the things I love best about children’s books is how they manage to make complex, mature concepts fathomable to young minds. I was raised in part by “The Phantom Tollbooth,” and Milo and Tock were my childhood companions long before Calvin and Hobbs. It has been some time since I last read it, but…

New Leaves In New Journals

Being accountable to oneself is unrelentingly tedious, humorless, and futile. How many hours have I frittered away with thoughts such as: “I know I should do this…” or “I can’t do [x] because I don’t want to be like [y]”? I have policed myself so often on matters of careerism, romance, sobriety, and general good…