In Vermont, family conflict is a remote haze. But when I visit home, all the structures and ideologies I left behind come crashing back into view.  The dynamics that college removes me from become...

One snowy Sunday evening, my roommates and I went out to dinner because, despite living together, we barely crossed paths that weekend.  Our friendship began during our first-year Orientation. I connected...

A few weeks ago, I met up with my endlessly kind friend for a post-winter break catch-up over coffee.  With our noses runny from the cold, our brains in need of some caffeine and our stomachs rumbling...

One busy Sunday at Trader Joe’s, my usual love for customer service was slowly diminishing and small talk lacked its typically lively luster. Disengaged from conversations and attempting to reel my...