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The Thing About Fear

So here’s the thing: I’m afraid of the dark. I didn’t use to be. I…

Take Care

The last time I was single, I was 15. Here’s a plot twist: my last…

The Boomerang Kid

By H.L. As a film school graduate, it’s no surprise that I think in terms…

Is our generation going to shit? Thoughts on The Bling Ring

Let’s face it – our generation is constantly plagued with stereotypes that we’re self-absorbed and…

Lessons in Rereading: The Phantom Tollbooth

While I love a good textbook as much as – if not more than –…

It’s Real For Us: The Magic of Harry Potter

People frequently ask me why I love Harry Potter so much. “It’s just a book!”…

Shameless

At 28, I am one of the old fogies of Literally, Darling, and would like…

Amor fati, darlings

Last weekend, I attended two funerals. The first funeral was in honor of a man…

Deep Fried Southern Racism?

If you’re a person with an Internet connection – and chances are good that you…

No Hablo

I don’t speak Spanish.  No hablo español.  Seriously.  En serio. I guess that’s not quite…

The Ultimate Battle Between Lack and Gratitude

By TATUM Hokay. So. Remember right before 2012 ended? What kind of thoughts did you…

A Matter of Faith

I have never been very good at believing in God. Born and baptized in the…

SB5 Live: A journalist’s perspective

BY KATEY PSENCIK Tuesday was one of the most exhilarating days of my life. As associate…

In Sickness and in Health: Fears of the Unknown

I’m not sure if I would have ever identified myself as particularly “healthy.” Elementary through…

Never an Academic: On Finding a Plan B

Academia was always a dream for me. Starting in my younger years, the quest for…

Love in the Time of DOMA

DOMA has been slain by the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS).  DOMA, or…

Why Summer Sucks (For Some Of Us)

There are a handful of photographs in existence that serve as evidence that I have,…

What Is Chemistry?

The other day, my 13 year old sister and her gal pals were questioning me…

Way Too Far, Darling

So at family dinner last night my little sister mentioned that one of the girls…

A Good Vintage

I cannot tell you how many hours I spent in my youth watching Hitchcock’s To…