Sarah Gladstone

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

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -Maya Angelou

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

"No! Come back! I just want to love you!"

Hot vanilla. Sweet vanilla woman. Break me off a piece of that vanilla girl! Nope. Nobody says that.

You say you want a revolution? We're having a nineties reboot . . . with the spirit of the sixties seeping in.

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.

New moms do their best to bring their babies up in a care-free bubble that blissfully floats above the sick, sad world the rest of us live in.

So, you missed a few (or all) of the Oscar nominated movies this year. It's OK.

What if there was something just as easy, just as reliable and convenient as those disposable to-go cups but totally eliminated the waste? Nope, it's not a hippie's LSD-induced fever dream. It's just some clever entreprenuers from Brooklyn...