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.

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

A trip to San Francisco showed me just how far-reaching the impact of coronavirus is

It’s impossible to ignore the rising number of cases around the world