“I’ve probably spent around $40 on baby underwear, but I am who I am and that might not be everyone’s bag. I just love lingerie.”
Parents dropped the children off and disappeared promptly at 11 a.m., answering the question I had been pondering of whether this was a drop-off party.
But as someone who has experienced a school shooting, I find it illuminating to look at how we describe the intangible costs of trauma.
I’d never heard of trichotillomania—the official name for hair pulling disorder—until I was idly Googling in my college library one night. “No way,” I thought.
This question of the day comes from one of our readers.
Seven days on a bike tour—from Sioux City to Davenport.
How 17th century American Puritans did taxes, banks, and paying for college. (It involves mutton.)
News of Netflix raising its monthly rates has us asking a very important question of the day.
I love treats. A brownie and Diet Coke are my ideal breakfast, though a chocolate glazed old fashioned donut works too.
When I was 17 my parents offered me a deal: We’ll pay for your entire undergraduate career if you go to community college first, and a public, in-state school for the bachelor’s degree. I couldn’t say no; this was free college.