Honestly, I’m okay with being vulnerable about my depression and anxiety. I know there’s a stigma against people with mental illnesses, but personally, it was never that I was afraid of...

A mix of tears and blood ran down my face. I wasn’t in pain — I was frustrated that I could do nothing to get back at her. The voices of my parents yelling at my sister and I faded out, and I simply...

Honestly, I think I’m a good teacher. That wasn’t really something I ever thought I’d say. It still isn’t. Looking at all my favorite teachers, they’ve always been patient. Professional....

The words of the book on my lap spiraled around me as I read through the slow city scene detailed in the pages in front of me. The characters laughed, cheered and chattered excitedly as they clung to each...