Jess Lahitou

For the mental health of underprivileged victims of natural disaster, navigating the aftermath can be as much a struggle as surviving the original disaster.

Good morning, America. Guess what happened yesterday? Donald Trump won six states in the primary, which puts him on the strongest path to the Republican nomination yet.

Last night was the first chance American voters had to hand tangible results to 2016 presidential candidates.

The best way of bringing in Sanders supporters is not to berate them into party loyalty, but to steal them away.

This is the first time I’ve seen a sitting president “spin” a clear military defeat to save his own ego, and use a bereft and heartbroken wife in order to get away with it. Disgust is not the right word. Horror, maybe. Disbelief and revulsion crashing into each other.

So I don’t approve, in general, of how my generation tends to come at things, with the focus on: me, my experience, my

Democrats need to nominate the person with the best chance of cleaning the floor with Donald Trump. Not just for their own victory, but for the… dare I say, survival of the country itself.

Wayne Tracker. When I first came across this made-up alias, it didn’t speak to me like someone’s first and last name.

Millennials know the '90s were the best decade for music in our lifetime (arguably, best decade EVER). But it’s easy to forget just how many un-freakin-believably kick-butt-love tunes were packed into that 10 years. Let’s rehash the '90s for the autumn lover.

Every legal system in the world recognizes gradations of bad behavior.