Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

I hated middle school. I hated my bullies.

I even hate using the word “bully.” The word itself makes me think of juveniles and bad acne.

During those years, there were days I would come home bitter and tearful. The bullying was so bad that even a few teachers would join in.

I left middle school happy knowing that I’d never have to cross paths with any of those people ever again.

So what do you do when one of those bullies messages you on Facebook years later?

When it came to the pandemic and my two young adult children, I had to make a tough decision. Was it right?

I brought home my daughter but left my son at university

I’m finishing my senior year at home — and taking the opportunity to revisit formative stories from childhood

I realized these stories can help me navigate an uncertain future

My parents and I both live in coronavirus epicenters — but we’re separated by thousands of miles

We’re trying to have hope in Seattle and Italy