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(05/03/18 4:00pm)
Two months ago, my close friend Kelsey brought up the topic of female anger. She told me how she read a New York Times article about the ways in which men and women deal with their frustrations differently.
(04/19/18 4:00pm)
(04/05/18 4:00pm)
I have always had terrible self-control with shopping.
(04/05/18 4:00pm)
(03/15/18 4:00pm)
People often focus on breakups as a romantic concern, but friendship breakups can cut just as deeply. Through my 20 years of life, I have bonded deeply with dozens of people. It feels almost like an adrenaline rush — meeting someone and suddenly, miraculously, clicking. You have the same sense of humor. You belt out the same songs at camp karaoke. You both love Broadway musicals and Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
(03/01/18 5:00pm)
(02/15/18 5:00pm)
Before I ever experienced romantic love, I spent years wondering how it might feel. From early 2000’s Taylor Swift ballads to my grandparents’ slow dance at their 50th wedding anniversary: The world around me was teeming with romance. Beyond that, when I turned 13, the interrogations began. At family reunions, elderly men I barely knew would pinch my cheeks and inquire, “So, any dates? A beautiful girl like you, I’m surprised you’re not already married.” Please keep in mind, I was 13 years old.
(02/15/18 5:00pm)
This Wednesday, as couples celebrate their love and single folks unify in shared independence, another humble holiday transpires below the surface — the beginning of Lent.
(02/01/18 5:00am)
So today is Monday, the first week of spring classes and, for graduating seniors like me, the start of our last semester as undergraduates. Some might call this “the beginning of the end.”
(11/30/17 6:05pm)
The transition from radical college independence to the security of my parents’ house is an odd reminder of how far I’ve come since high school. For instance: How crazy is it that I call that place “my parents’ house?” Suddenly, Baltimore feels just as much (if not more) like home as Wilmington, Delaware, despite only having spent 3.5 years here.
(11/09/17 6:08pm)
I haven’t always been as well-practiced of a listener as I am now (shout out to A Place to Talk!), but ever since my childhood, I have been sensitive and caring. Empathy came naturally to me. Part of this stems from my family’s history with mental illness. My sister, who is now diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, began exhibiting symptoms of autism and bipolar disorder when she was 13. I was eight at the time.
(10/26/17 7:34pm)
Ahh, I thought. This must be good. So I pressed play and listened attentively as a sociologist specializing in relationships and adolescent development explained how college campuses foster a culture of emotional distance. The lessons felt all too familiar.
(10/19/17 7:56pm)
I’ll be honest: When I sat down to write this article, I had no idea where to begin. “Fun activities and events in Baltimore.” What a foreign concept! When was the last time I luxuriated in something like that?
(10/12/17 4:25pm)
If you’ve met me, you might know that I’m a big fan of “deep talks.” Whether it’s bonding with my roommates or with strangers at a frat party, I have a weird habit of staring people earnestly in the eyes and asking them: “What’s your biggest dream in life? What are you afraid of? Tell me about your childhood.” (Yes, I’m not even kidding. Now you know to steer clear of me at frat parties.)
(04/21/16 5:48pm)
But is this real?
(04/07/16 5:42pm)
But that’s not really what it means. This transformation, if you will — this teasing — is not by its very nature “fun.”
(03/24/16 7:19pm)
But instead, “We just learned your father has prostate cancer.”
(03/03/16 3:51pm)
I have always considered myself a well-behaved kid. I never had a rebellious streak. When other kids were sneaking out their bedroom windows or down the fire escape, I was staying inside and writing short stories. My biggest streak of “badness” was watching Gossip Girl (for the sex) and Heroes (for the violence) at the ripe age of 12. But I never really saw my lack of rebellion as a problem. It just like wasn’t convenient. And anyway I was far more interested in fictional characters, travel and theater camp. Everything I needed as a kid was safe in the realm of parental acceptance.
(02/18/16 4:33pm)
For a long time I thought I was alone in my preference for talk over action. I’m pretty in love with conversation. The movies in which the romantic leads spend hours flirting and then arguing and then insinuating and then flirting and then arguing again — yeah, those drawn-out scenes you probably find infuriating? Those are my favorite. Talk, in my opinion, is the most seductive form of foreplay. It’s with our language that we all convey who we are and what we want, and it’s with language that we begin to get to know each other. Language is communication, and communication is connection, and connection is the only gateway to love.
(02/04/16 8:22pm)
While I was there in Levering Hall, going bonkers in the co-insanity of my fellow sisters, getting antsy with anticipation for new friends to love and pamper and frolicking around in my very unflattering (aka: borrowed from my male best friend) white jeans like a woodland creature, I suddenly thought, “Wait, what the heck am I doing here?