control

I have OCD and I focus incessantly on time as a proxy for order an

Sure, it's ridiculous to compare your life to a poorly constructed, absolutely terrifying rollercoaster — but also sadly accurate.

Control is a drug, and I’m a strung out addict looking for my next fix.

Most days, I find good reasons to be optimistic about the way diverse figures are celebrated in the media.

Kids are puzzles. My son is a 1,000 piece one. This wasn’t the first time my young son, not yet two, had experienced a bizarre, heightened amount of stress when dealing with normal, everyday circumstances.

I am a perimenopausal woman in her 40s who still feels like a 23-year-old at heart. I cannot stop the progression of time and its effects on my physical appearance, regardless of how youthful my spirit may be.

Three of my grandparents died within seven months of each other. And I didn't even have a driver's license.

Missouri State Representative Paul Joseph Wieland is suing to prevent his own daughters from receiving access to birth control. Le sigh.