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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.

When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks

Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle

Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name

As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater

My parents’ divorce stopped me from being the kid I wanted to be. Here’s how I healed.

I realized every family has their own story, and this is mine