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When you’re twelve, few things are as terrifying as the bubble-lettered dog eared spiral bound notebook of doom. The slam book, the bane of my generation’s elementary school existence. If you’ve seen Mean Girls, you know it as Regina George’s Burn Book....

There’s nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already heard, no admonition that hasn’t already been served to me like a flaming bag of poop. Alone I sit in a sea of shame, just me and my labradoodle. That’s right, I said it. I own a labradoodle,...

Ask ten people to name a vet off the top of their heads and you’ll probably get one of the following:James HerriotHerschel from Walking DeadPolNotice a trend here? Today’s entering veterinary classes are about 85% female, yet the public perception, both...

When I was in college, I wanted to study English. Not as a major, mind you- that was always going to be biology- but just a minor, you know, a way to exercise the other half of my brain. I made the mistake of consulting my engineer father, who scoffed and...