A dystopian story of family, talent, and what you would give up for those you love — Mom squints at me, her black eyeliner and shadow making her eyes seem small. She reminds me of a bug. She purses her lips making her wrinkles crease. “You will sell, won’t you?” She twists a purple ring on her pointer finger, the fake crystal shines in the dim light. …

It’s wonderful, and we wish you knew — It was 2005, and we were in New York, and acting like fools. As teenagers tend to do. And we were having a blast. We, my choir classmates, and I were on top of a tour bus in the middle of a busy street in downtown NYC — which means…

5 difficult things that had nothing to do with the symptoms — You know the fear. We’ve all had this same fear for over a year now. You walk outside and the dread hits you. The grocery store, once comforting as it brought you nourishment, is now terrifying. The mall? Not even open. It’s exhausting, this fear. That you may end up…

Maybe they’re not so great — Do you remember that moment? That one terrifying moment when you don’t hear a cry when you don’t know if your new baby is breathing or not. Then the new baby shrieks the first of many. …

Avoid These 3 Bad Conversation Practices In Your Writing — Maybe you’re a bit like me. And are someone who naturally likes to talk a lot. If so, then you know how fun it is to feel the story you’re telling come to life. To see the other person’s face light up with laughter or sadness at your words. Your…

And no, we don’t mean your butt. — You’re a bit nervous because tonight might be the night. Not that you’d admit this to anyone but you picked out your shirt to be just right, and you’ve maybe paired it with a pretty cool jacket. A bit like Chris Pratt in that, maybe horrible yet hypnotizing movie, Passengers…

By now you’ve heard of it, right? News Break. I’ve just finished watching Bridgerton so, to me, News Break feels like the new scandal everyone on Medium’s talking about. Have you heard about that new girl from out of town called News Break Did you see how low her bodice…

My son was placed in my arms, squealing and face scrunched. He seemed too small yet too big. Now my tiny baby is a smart, goofy Lego-loving boy about to head to school. He’s a kid. How did it happen so fast? Sometimes I wish I could make time just…

It was a busy night, to say the least. The kind of night that you run around, taking notes as best as you can, but you fear when you finally get home, you’ll remember how you forgot to bring table 22 their extra sauce. But the rush was only the…