Some habits leave evidence. Mine lived on my skin. The Arms I Kept Covered In middle school and high school, I picked at my arms relentlessly. With focus. With repetition. With the kind of precision anxiety teaches over time. Part of it had a name: keratosis pilaris.Keratosis pilaris is a common, harmless skin condition where…
I didn’t cry when I saw the headline. I didn’t pause long enough to let it sink in, and I didn’t feel that sharp intake of breath that used to come with this kind of news. I registered what happened, clocked the location, skimmed the details, and kept scrolling like my brain had already decided…
The Scene That Shouldn’t Exist Last Saturday, July 26, 2025, in a Traverse City Walmart, a man walked in and randomly stabbed eleven people. No motive, no warning—just terror erupting near the checkout area. He didn’t have a gun.But he did have a knife.And he did have the intent to harm. What stopped him?Not the…