Eliana Osborn

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

I look tired when I stay up too late. I also look tired if I get eight hours of sleep.

I, like far too many women in this country and the world, have had a wide variety of experiences involving sexual harassment.

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.

They were horrible.

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.

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

I’m not broken by this therapy failure. Jane wasn't the person to help me at this point of my life. Someone else WILL be.

I’ve got two tales of hideous male behavior — at the elementary school, somewhere typically full of good vibes and happiness and all that.

The other magical thing about living in 2015 is the Internet. You can get great training in all kinds of fields while sitting in your underwear at home.