Eliana Osborn

Is anyone else with me on this? White foods are NASTY.

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’m full of emotions: pride, awe, fear, nerves. The spelling bee first, then the piano recital. Two different kids, same mom. Same me, wanting to prevent my boys from pain and discomfort. Same me, biting my tongue and smiling broadly in support.

If he were an a--hole to my kids, things would be easier. But he’s not. He’s good with them. He’s his best self. It makes me alternately happy and heartbroken.

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

A haircut is a whole lot cheaper than therapy or tattoos or a round-the-world plane ticket.

How do you love someone who continually does things to hurt himself? I’ve been holding a phone with my stoned, sobbing brother on the other end for nearly 20 years. I keep picking up the pieces, keep having my heart break, because he’s my brother.

Help.

I’m terrified of wrongful imprisonment. To be the only one who knows the truth and have to live every day in a cell, wondering, why, god, why? [...] Sitting hooked up for gadgets to monitor every aspect of my mind and body, in a small room without any distraction, I see how a person could lose herself — or the truth — for a moment.