by Ravi Popat I have been homeless for almost 18 years. Or maybe, I should call it "homeland-less." I am a citizen of France, was born in England,...
by Chloe Mondesir She was more than a best friend. As an only child, she was the sibling I never had. I lost her on my third day of high school. I ...
While at times I long for the Miss moniker and all the perks of youth, with the added benefit of hindsight, I have begun to intuitively understand things that Misses do not, like orgasms, compassion, vulnerability and patience.
Within seconds, I was crying and grasping for breath on the floor. It had probably already spread to my heart and lungs by now. I had hours to live.
To ring in the New Year for me now is in the primal moment, because I know time is cruel and limited, and as far as I know, it has me running for my life, trying to accomplish what I need to before it catches me.
When it comes to my pajamas, I've never been a long johns kind of girl. But I still struggle with staying sexy in cold-weather sleepwear.
Have you ever watched a movie where someone gets there shoe stuck with an impending disaster heading toward them? You watch and want to yell at the screen, 'just take off the shoe!', but they don't -- they never do. I'm here to tell you that you just don't think about taking off the shoe.
The process of editing one's personal college essay is very similar to how one manually applies the shine to their car, or add a coat of finishing gel to their recently-painted fingernails. It's all about patience, persistence and perspective.
It’s August and it’s San Francisco so it’s cold. While I’m walking home from work there’s a call from a Portland number I don’t recognize....
At some point after my separation years ago, during one of our too-numerous-to-count drunken nights, my friend Phil just shook his head and said, "My God, Al, your life is nothing but conflict and scotch." Even in my drunken haze, I knew these words were special.
Dear Florence Welch, I've got a thing for your red hair. You've teased me over the years by returning to your roots to toe the brunette line, but I want to make a plea for you to remain an effervescent redhead.
These Crocs aren't the swollen, garishly colored and punctured versions my former science teachers wore. These are super cute, black peep-toe flats that look almost nothing like their monstrous cousins and make me feel like I'm walking on clouds.
Addictions are dangerous. They can change your life, and sometimes they can even kill you. Yet, I have to admit that I am addicted to lip balm.
In seeking to pack more sparingly, I am now going to make the bold move of calling my pocketbook a "purse." There. I lost one syllable... I feel so much lighter.
It's not that I don't enjoy finding a great deal or major purchase; however, I prefer retail on a less crowded scale.
I have vivid memories of my mother pleading and bargaining with me to clean my room when I was a child. It got worse when I was a teenager. For some r...
You can call it a prepster thing, but I can happily call Sperry Topsiders "my thing."
I'll admit it. I can't commit. Now before you judge me you have to know I've really tried to pick just one to sleep with. But just like clock work, every time it gets too serious, I get nervous and start questioning: Is this what I really want?
Hi, my name is Dana and I have knobby knees. Growing up, I was the skinniest girl out of all my friends. And it didn't matter how many plates of slo...
Wherever I go, I bring a little piece of my heritage with me. I am half Mexican and half Chinese and was raised in an eclectic home in the southwester...
While my morning routine has shorten and my earlobes aren't as saggy thanks to the simplicity of studs, I find myself giving into the temptation of heavy earrings collecting dust in my jewelry box. Besides, big baubles worn on a Saturday night every so often won't hurt.
Being a woman in her late twenties who wears a 4 ½ to 5 shoe can make the task of shopping for footwear daunting. Luckily, there are a few simple ways to find exactly what you're looking for.
Copper complexion. Almond-shaped eyes. Jet black hair. Infectious smile. Clair Huxtable, no other TV mom has lived up to your iconic beauty or brains....
We'd come to see that this diagnosis wasn't a death sentence, or even a life sentence. It was an arrow pointing in the direction of understanding, of community, of information, and of resources to help individuals and families who need it.
This is a teen-written article from our friends at YC Teen Mag, a magazine showcasing true stories written for and by young people in New York City. ...
