As a self-obsessed, youthful child, I feared change like a Californian living on the San Andreas fault. I feared the adolescent force my parents warned me not to become: the unremitting power of the developing...

My dad has a hard time expressing his feelings and helping others with their feelings. So going to him when I’m feeling down is not a thing I usually do. However, one time, my dad came to me and seemed...

I've never viewed my experience with change as positive. Ever since I can remember, I've wanted things to stay a specific way, and when that way changes, sometimes I don't know where to turn. Whenever...

Praise the mutilated world. The world for all its faults and scars is a beautiful place— it has to be, for it is all we have. What does it mean to be broken, or wrecked? Nothing is perfect, untouched,...