My peers and I tell ourselves we'll figure things out, but we don't have the perspective to know that's really true.
It saddens me that in a country as diverse as the one I consider home, I still have to pick through the bargain bin of characters that mainstream media deems "accurate enough."
It's National Dog Week, and we're getting all mushy about the dogs who've meant so much to us.
Some friends, and nearly all my first dates, seem to be uncomfortable with the fact that I don't drink.
Although we had always loved each other with that fierce sibling kind of devotion, we also had gone through periods of our own rejection and attack.
Talking and walking is fun, whereas straight-up walking is super-boring and hurts my feet.