Sarah Gladstone

I know that in a lot of ways I am a cultural and ethnic enigma. But discussing my identity all the time can get old. Like, real old, real fast.

The acknowledgment of Lupita’s elegance begins a process to alleviate any future need to add "for a . . . " to the end of “You’re beautiful.”

If there’s even a chance that smartphones are connected to cancer why the fuck do we keep using them?

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

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

Even in today's progressive era, why do so many people prefer same race relationships...and should it even matter?

All I heard was “positive."

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

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

I’m always a little baffled when I hear people say, “I don’t like to read.” To me, it’s on par with saying “I don’t like music,” or “I ju