Eliana Osborn

I always have a small piece of my brain on mom mode, no matter what else is happening. I have no problem with this, since that is how humanity has survived.

My husband is worried about stigma, about Owen feeling different, about epilepsy being part of his identity. Those are sweet concerns, really. And I get it — I love the kid too. I’d never want to make his life harder in any way.

The most important things my mother taught me included work from Neil Diamond, Billy Joel, Wham! and Whitney Houston.

I am going to have amazing posture. My neck will look so skinny just from the way I hold my head.

I’m not there yet. But I need to be honest—I’m closer to 40 than any other multiple of five.

84% of full professors in America are White. In case you were unsure, that does not match the overall makeup of the country or the student body.

I cried every single day of my life until I was 18 years old. I did not know this was abnormal.

I wanted to write a book last summer. Then I realized what a terrible goal that was and modified accordingly.

After this, I’m not going to be able to complain about Meghan Trainor and having to teach my son that "All About That Bass" is talking about girls with big booties.

I’m proud of you right now, even with all the sadness. Proud of you for heading to rehab, leaving the kids, the man, the house — all of it — to get on top of things. Doing it instead of just thinking about it, talking about it even, hemming and hawing? That’s pretty badass.