Between sobs, Adrienne said, “I can’t be around other sick kids. It’s too depressing.”

A Blue Clamp composed of many people holds my aching heart together. What happened to my sister is not okay, it will never be okay, but now I can say, “Adrienne died.”

If this is a marriage proposal, then it has to be the worst one ever. 

Whether they are in your face, inside your inbox, or on Facebook, bullies suck.

I remember reading the play Death of a Salesman in college, but I never thought I would meet Willy Loman in person.

Boys text; men call.

I don’t think female friendships grow apart so much as they don’t grow at all. 

I cannot document every time a man harassed me, because that list of incidents seems endless. I just can’t remember them all.

I realize the saying, “Friends for a reason, a season, or a lifetime” is true.