Jenni Berrett

At some point intellect has to make room for something bigger, for something scarier than just about anything. In order to truly learn something, you have to be vulnerable. You have to walk in and set your broken parts on the table and say, “Here, fix it. Or at least be broken with me.”

I’ve been mentally ill pretty much my whole entire life, and it isn’t something I see going away any time soon. I don’t see that as an inherently bad thing.

"I had always pictured myself spending afternoons studying there. I instead found myself curled up on one of those benches at five in the morning, promising the crises hotline operator that no, I did not want to kill myself. I just didn’t know who else to call."

In the midst of struggling with being depressed, you’re also saddled with the practical realities of staying alive. It’s no easy feat.

This week includes mostly chihuahuas. You're welcome.

Stress-free Interneting is of utmost importance this week. We've got you covered.

Podcasts are a beautiful thing, but there is only so much of Ira Glass’ nasal story-telling out there.

The premise is pretty simple: We each give you one thing to watch, one thing to listen to, and one thing to read over the weekend.

My dad died. I only know my own grief, and even that is debatable. If you’re hoping to comfort someone who’s grieving, here are a couple of things to know.

Here we are, your fearless Internet explorers (pun totally intended), back with another melange of web flotsam for you to scavenge.