Sarah Gladstone

Yesterday morning, I was shaken by the 6.0 magnitude earthquake that struck the Bay Area.

A week of Instagram-able moments centers around the booming network of the millennial population.

Hey GOP, you can't capture millennial votes with silly stereotypes. You'll have to be more creative than that.

I didn’t realize I could like girls and boys. I didn’t have to choose, and one didn’t cancel out the other. Around the same time I attended my first GSA meeting, I did wonder, maybe I’m not straight? Maybe I’m gay?

When it comes to baby animals, oohing and ahhing and squeeeing around them (baby bunny . . . squeee!) is usually the way to go.

The ice cream truck may be tainted forever.

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

The Millennial Generation has been called every variation of lazy ingrate that the Baby Boomers and Generation X-ers could think of. And with YOLO as a point of reference, who could blame them?

Please stop referring to me as being “alone” when I am clearly walking in a group, simply because I am not attached to a man.

Losers rule, popular kids drool. In the long run at least.