Content by Sarah Moore
The Bubonic Plague has for centuries been relegated to the grimmest annals of the history books, one of humankind's gorier chapters and often said to be the grisly muse for the children’s nursery r
Have you ever instinctively known someone was lying to you? Or left a friend’s house feeling worried about them, despite the fact that they had nothing but good news to share? Perhaps more common
I graduate in three months, and as such have lately devoted considerable mental energy to “the next step.” By this I mean my move home to Oregon, the job I will hopefully get, a new house, and so
With the exception of a dodgy, nightmare-riddled 45 minutes around 2:00 AM this morning, I spent last night awake. Completely. Utterly. Awake.
I do it socially, but I also do it alone. I do it early in the morning and late at night. Sometimes I do it without telling other people, or when I really shouldn’t be spending the money.
Under the best of circumstances, I do not like needles. Though I’m better at faking it these days, on the inside I’m still a terrified, screaming five-year-old.
The other day I was dancing naked to The Killers, limiting my gyrations to the two-foot radius of my stand-up tanning booth and holding my miniature space-alien goggles on with one hand, when it oc