As a kid, if your teacher said, "You won't be graded in this class. You all get A's. I just want you to be present, get creative, put your heart into your work," I bet the stress of all the to-do's and the fear of expectations, of not meeting deadlines, of not following others' restrictive rules would fall away. It'd be you and the work—all pleasure, without any anxiety. And with that comes immense freedom. Why do we...

At age 18, I had never before considered being vegan. But then I got my hands on Fast Food Nation, a book about how unsafe, unlawful, and often ethically corrupt the food industry can be. My mind was blown. Growing up, I'd eaten meat, but I had never really thought about it. But suddenly, after reading the book, I couldn't look at my diet the same way. Over the next few years, I gradually shifted toward an...

You Are Enough: Reprogramming Our Negative Self-Talk From whom or where did we learn to think we are not enough? I asked a friend, "If you're having positive self-talk, what do you say to yourself?" She instinctively replied, "Stop being a dumbass." "No," I interjected, "that's not positive!" Then we laughed. We laughed because it's true. That's what we do. We beat ourselves up. We're tough on ourselves. Like, way more tough that we'd ever be with someone else we love. Being tough...

 In September 2016 my best friend Danielle got married. This is the speech I gave at her wedding.I remember the moment I met Danielle. It was almost exactly 6 years ago, in front of Castaways on North Avenue Beach, and she was on a bike and I was on a bike, and we locked eyes, and it was love. Straight up love. Her aunt and my mom, childhood friends, set us up on a playdate...

He laid on top of me, bracing his weight with his right hand, his left cupping my face while we were one, and he kissed me sweetly, as if it was more than just a kiss, staring at me like no man has ever stared at me before. And I felt as I never had: complete.I noticed the cold tile beneath my thin Tempurpedic mattress topper but I didn't care. A surge of warmth consumed my body...

"He's my best friend! I mean, we slept together once but we're totally platonic now.""Oh, we're totally just friends. I mean, I'd fuck her if I could, but nah, we're just friends.""We made out in college and I think he's hot, but really, we're just close friends."I don't think about having sex with my best girlfriends. If I did, they wouldn't "just be friends." They'd be girls I'd wanna fuck. And so, using the same...

Returning to a place that used to inspire, a place that represented your sister's happiness, that you associated with play and the outdoors and sports and unconditional love and an unyielding bond, but then, within a moment, turned into a place you only visit in your night terrors, where you stand a hundred yards away, surrounded by dark rolling hills in the dead of the night, frantically screaming to her to run to you, to escape,...