On learning hard lessons and recovering in the aftermath of an abusive relationship in a tiny town where everyone is very polite.
By Ariel Rivera-Bernath It’s been six years since Austin committed suicide while stationed near the Khyber Pass in Afghanistan. He was nineteen-years-old. I thought that maybe I would try something […]
The life and times of a frightened performer. By Melissa Miller
It doesn’t help that my mom died on April 1st of 2014. It was the only time I wished that someone was playing an elaborate prank on me. I was really looking forward to punching someone in the mouth and saying “wow, man you’re a dick but you got me good.” There was no one to punch in the face.
I know a lot of people who have shuddered at the idea of 25. Many people I’ve spoken with look that number square in the face and, for some reason, become terrified. They roll their eyes and groan, “I’m a quarter century old!” or more often, “I’m now closer to 30 than 20 and that depresses me.”
I don’t get it!
Delve into my adolescent soul & get in the mood for Valentine’s Day with some awful teenage poetry. Share yours, too!
What with the ubiquity of social media, we are constantly bombarded with images of the lives of others–their trips, their jobs, their love lives, their breakfast, lunch and dinner. You don’t have to be incredibly insightful to deduce that the incessant updates of other people’s lives might contribute to our feelings that we may be “missing out” on fun and excitement, or that we may not be “measuring up” to the successes of our peers.