“I know I’ll never have children.” I say it plainly, without emotion. The responses I receive raise the intensity level of the conversation: “Of course you will.” “That’ll change when you meet the right guy. You’ll love him so much you’ll just want to bear his

My name is Brianna Dumas and I am nearly a quarter century old. If you would have asked me 5 years ago, where I saw myself at 24 or 25, my answer easily would have been married (or just about), purchasing my first house, etc—you know, the “American Dream.

I find this saying equal parts comforting and humbling, much like its sister-mantra, “This too shall pass.” The latter I repeat to myself in the depths of despair and/or winter. But where it brings great comfort to the broken of heart or the frozen of toes, it’s equally

During my freshman year at American University, I found myself standing on a platform about 25 feet in the air, clutching a trapeze bar, preparing to jump with no prior training or experience. As I stared at my toes peeping over the edge and gripped the bar with shaky hands,