I was in fifth grade the first time someone called me a fat b****. By this time, bullying and harassment about my size were nothing new. In fact, I very distinctly remember in third grade when I wore ...

Let me tell you a story. Picture this: it’s a Tuesday afternoon, and I’m sitting in my pajamas—the ones with the avocado ...

A lot has been said about family and children in this election season, and all of that is resonating in my head as I prepare to see my daughter marry the love of her life Saturday. So, I hope you can ...