The class, financial and social barriers need to be talked about. As I stood up in front of the judge, facing the lone attorney whose client had attempted to strangle me fled the jurisdiction, I felt like I was outside of my body. …

Nope, this won’t make you rich. Finance, let alone money, is not something I generally write about. Honestly, I feel like the last person anyone would want to listen to. I’m not a millionaire, I’m not a Henry, nor do I aspire to be anything of the like. …

She said you couldn’t play with me — It was the 4th of July of ‘99. I walked into my mother’s bathroom, taking a brief break from watching Pokémon on my box television. I glanced at myself in the mirror to at look at my oversized, hole-ridden white Spice Girls t-shirt and the mismatched Esmerelda scrunchies holding my…

I’ve had to learn the hard way… not all opportunities are good opportunities. Late last fall, I made the scariest decision of my entire life: I started my own business. Sure, that may not sound horror movie worthy to some. But to me? It was something I swore I’d never do, kind of like skydiving or getting a face tattoo. Starting a business…

I found myself in the same tight dark corner that I had a little more than a decade prior. The flow of words escaping my mind, funneling down through my fingertips felt increasingly painful, as if forcing their way through a space they could no longer drift through with ease. …

The bias that keeps her invisible. “My, that’s an expensive ring.” In a room full of men with ties and business cards, that’s the first thing you said to her as she nervously sat down. Sitting on the other side of the table, you stared at her with your impeccably lined eyes. They were like shards…

These adults know what they’re doing. “Hi Sarah — We’ve escalated this content to our team for another look, however we found that it does not violate our Professional Community Policies. …

My Family’s Story “Does Mommy abuse me?” I was about ten years old and had been fighting this sharp pain of conflict in my chest for some time. It consisted of what felt like butterflies on fire, clamoring to escape but with no known exit. I didn’t look like what abused children were…

Hell, just exist online as a freelancer. Previously, I wrote an article that illustrated some pretty ludicrous job postings on Upwork. From wanting you to personally talk to Jesus all the way to asking you to just “donate your time,” I wasn’t disappointed by the level of actual disappointment I experienced. I mean, my soul was sucked…