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

Impostor syndrome seems to me to be a common affliction among successful women. Even the thought of calling myself a “successful woman” makes me bristle and feel like I’ve put some kind of jinx on myself.

Although I can see, objectively, that I’ve accomplished a lot and that I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am, my stupid, fragile sense of self-esteem will not allow me to accept that. I fear that allowing myself to experience a sense of pride or accomplishment will make it all go away. I’m convinced that every job I do will be my last and soon, I’ll be found out for the talent-less fraud that I really am.

Teaching made me realize adulthood is a myth. I want to show my students it’s okay to be human.

We’re all just humans, figuring it out one day at a time

I got breakthrough covid. It made me appreciate the vaccine more than ever.

Despite the odds, I feel very lucky

I don’t want kids. Here’s how I made peace with my decision.

I can’t have it all in life, and I’m okay with that