Sarah Fader

From the day that I had my first panic attack at age 15, my life was never the same. I looked up at my mother, wanting her to save me.

I have two kids and I curse like a sailor. I do not curse at them, but I curse around them. And they know the difference. I tell them that "fuck" and "shit" are curse words, that they are for grownups to say. I don’t sugarcoat them. But I also do not intend to give up the words that offer me a level of catharsis I can’t seem to locate elsewhere in the English language.

Leo women are phenomenal. They love to run the show in their household, and in the bedroom. A Leo woman loves to be adored, caressed and (most importantly) have great sex. She doesn’t want to leave the bedroom until she’s satisfied, so she needs a man who can keep up with her.

If a woman displays an outward interest in liking sex, she is automatically labeled "promiscuous." I'm a single mom and I still like sex. A lot.

It's completely normal to be a woman and enjoy sex. The trouble is that when I’ve expressed my sexuality openly online, I’ve encountered some unwanted attention from men.

I believe that these coloring books could be revolutionary treating mental health issues. There are plenty of inpatient facilities that utilize art therapy to help people living with mental illness process their emotions. Why not integrate coloring into the mix?

If you haven’t been unfriended or blocked on Facebook, then you’re not doing social media right.

There is someone in your life who loves you unconditionally — your dog.

Fact: It’s cold as f#ck outside and you should be watching Netflix.

My brief experience with online dating taught me that I hate it with a fiery passion. As a woman, I felt objectified and like a lot of the men on there wanted to see pictures of me so that they could judge if I was hot enough to go out for coffee with. I was already resentful and angry. And I know that I’m not alone. My female friends who have been involved in online dating have commiserated with me on this.