We all hope the same hopes, fear the same fears, and feel fit to burst from the same joys.

According to Scientific American, “The word ‘diversity’ is shorthand for a vast effort to remake society to include everyone—not just those in privileged positions—in politics, culture and the pursuit of …

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was one of the only people I knew my age who was taking that particular life step.

The first time I talked to my dad again after our estrangement, I was calling to tell him I was about to make him a grandpa.

If I had to give this motherhood chapter a title I would call it, “The Fight of My Life.”

It all starts this year, this bittersweet year of firsts.

My intentions are always good, but my follow-through is shaky at best.

I feel nervous. Nervous for these next four years and the changes they’ll bring; and especially for how those changes will affect the world my daughter grows up in.

I’ve never been one for making New Year’s resolutions, mostly because I’ve failed one too many times.

It’s still hard for me to fathom that this will be my last Christmas in the place I grew up, maybe ever.