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Entries by TueNight from 07/2014

The Devil You Know: Why I Chose to Remove Both Breasts

| Posted 07.01.2014 | Healthy Living

My decision was based on fear. I was scared to get cancer, so I just figured out how not to get it and took the necessary steps to make that happen. And lo and behold, I seem to have outsmarted the little fucker.

How I Teach in a Climate of School Shootings

| Posted 07.08.2014 | Education

Every time a campus shooting has happened in the 13 years since I became a college counselor and professor in Washington D.C., I tell myself that it's not something that only happens at colleges, and that these things can happen anywhere.

Blister in the Sun: Goth Girl Goes to Puerto Rico

| Posted 07.14.2014 | Women

I hate summer. Heat and humidity make me feel physically ill and I'd far rather shovel my way through a snow bank than feel as though I'm being roasted from the inside out. I loathe the sun. It's just so bright. And hot.

Serious About SPF: Expert Tips and Busting Myths

| Posted 07.16.2014 | Style

It wasn't that long ago that the majority of sun-lovers were blissfully unaware of this. But as science began delivering the unhealthy news, and as the sun-is-bad-for-you stats got worse and worse, so did the myths and misinformation, which still continue today.

How to Find the Best Second-Hand Culinary Items

| Posted 07.18.2014 | Taste

Here's what Mom and I would be scooping up (and passing over) to stock our imaginary cookshop.

Saying Goodbye to Creepy Baby

| Posted 07.18.2014 | Women

The photo was a forever-frozen time capsule, a blip in some nameless baby's life, suspended in perpetuity in a chintzy frame. An anonymous toddler, ostensibly born around the same time as me, in a backyard kiddie pool, living a childhood that looked like mine.

How to Get to Know Your Neighbors? Have a Stoop Sale

| Posted 07.21.2014 | New York

Like Brooklyn, Philadelphia had plenty of perfect stoops: Cement or red brick stairs that you plop down on whilst sipping a soda, waiting for people to stroll by and spot your amazing -- and probably dusty -- wares.