My biggest mistake is in believing there are limits to how bad it can get.

See, guys freak out. They hit critical mass and blast nuclear, white-hot anger out over the world like walking flamethrowers. But girls freak in. They absorb the pain and bitterness and keep right on sponging...

It’s just that instead of erupting and annihilating our tormentors, we destroy ourselves instead.

In my family, you can rot to hell on the inside as long as you’re flawless on the outside, which is really sick, but also hard to unlearn.

All you really have…is now.

What’s the point of obsessing over cholesterol or bike helmets or even cigarettes when the biggest threats to our children are being released back into society every day? Yes, maybe ‘some’ of them have reformed,...

knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question