I was in eighth grade when 9/11 happened. I remember an announcement being made and parents rushing to pick up their kids.

I remember being afraid and confused. Shortly after, we had an assembly on what to do if there was a terrorist attack at my school.

But after that, things seemed to quiet down in my suburban Chicago town.

Now, as an adult, I fear for our nation’s children.

When I see the courage and strength of kids like Naomi Wadler, who is speaking out against gun violence, I am inspired. I’m also saddened at the incredible burden that is being placed on their shoulders.

For nostalgia’s sake, I hold onto items from my past relationships. But social media changes everything.

With direct messages and texts, ghosts of relationships past aren’t so easily sorted

I used to think I needed a house and a big salary by age 30. Now that I’m about to leave my 20s behind, I have new goals.

Now, I want to find what truly makes me happy

The short winter days make me sad. Here’s how I cope.

Nothing I’ve tried is a cure-all, but I’ve found some remedies that work for me