Sarah Gladstone

New moms do their best to bring their babies up in a care-free bubble that blissfully floats above the sick, sad world the rest of us live in.

Comic book heroes are part of an American tradition that spans across age, community, and social subcultures. But let’s be real.

Dear BFFLs:

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -Maya Angelou

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

I know that in a lot of ways I am a cultural and ethnic enigma. But discussing my identity all the time can get old. Like, real old, real fast.

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

When it comes to baby animals, oohing and ahhing and squeeeing around them (baby bunny . . . squeee!) is usually the way to go.

Even if those muscles remain mostly unflexed, there is a potential violence that’s present in the flash of a badge or the barrel of a gun.

What if there was something just as easy, just as reliable and convenient as those disposable to-go cups but totally eliminated the waste? Nope, it's not a hippie's LSD-induced fever dream. It's just some clever entreprenuers from Brooklyn...