When I was in the second grade, my dad chaperoned my class's field trip to the beach. None of the kids were allowed to go in the water because it was dangero...

What's up internet, it's ya girl Jennifer back at it again with another insomnia-induced post about existential dread. Let's spin the wheel and see what we'r...

The last time I sat down to write was when I wrote my father’s eulogy. I used to be a pretty prolific writer. I scribbled notes on scraps of paper and jotted...

For most of my college career, I’ve always wanted to be an educator. When people asked me why, I knew the answer: “Whenever I think back on all the people wh...