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.

Here are 5 ways I’m being more sustainable this holiday

Christmas is wonderful — and also one of the most wasteful days of the year

I used to think ghosting was cowardly. Now, I know it’s occasionally necessary.

Popularized by my generation, the practice has always made me uncomfortable

I worked in retail for two years. Here’s what shoppers should know about what happens behind the scenes.

No. 1: You have to have thick skin