“Watch the goat!” my friend Ally screamed as we came around the bend. We were riding the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland and at a specific bend in the track, there’s an animatronic goat with a stick of dynamite in his mouth. Lore among Disney-People says if you focus your eyes on the goat …
For the past few months, I’ve been battling a sneaky depression that’s been playing hide-and-seek in my consciousness. It’s popped up on its own accord and despite my best attempts at playing whack-a-mole to send it back from whence it came, it just doesn’t work that way. The first time I really recognized what depression …
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In my life, the department store has been the great emasculator. I don't consider myself an anxious person. I tend to be level-headed and independent, driven and focused to a fault, but something happens when I step into an H&M. My blood pressure begins to rise, my sweat glands open like flowers in the sun, …
I really like the way my hands look today. I’m aware that’s a strange thing to find appealing but I do—I think my hands look great today. It’s not something I set out to do, to make my hands look better today than yesterday, I just looked down at them this morning and boom, there …
There was a period of time a few years ago when every negative thing that happened in anyone's life was considered the product of bullying. I’ll admit, we played it fast and loose with the term and the playground was pegged as the ultimate battlefield for a child's self-worth. If another kid made fun of …
Ryan Brinson 