The American school system is no stranger to harsh criticism. And at the end of this school year, the most anticlimactic to date, I'm left wondering what we are actually asking students to come to school for, and whether that still makes sense to them, to their generation.

I don't so much mind the overstimulation leaking onto other areas of my life, but lashing out at the person I love most is the saddening, sobering consequence of a pattern continuing for far too long. Not only are the tasks not handled, but I come home irritable and no fun to be around. It's a lose-lose.

As you breathe into your body, notice. Scanning from the crown of your head, slowly down into the neck, your shoulders, your limbs, your torso, down your legs and into your feet...notice. Is there a small tickle in your throat? An impending headache behind your eyes? Does your spine ache from shoveling snow? Do you remember how to feel the backs of your knees? Pay attention to your emotional body, too. Where does the nervousness reside? If you could pinpoint the constant thru

On the way home from work today, I had a moment of realization: it's been at least a decade since I can remember first complaining about how much of my time social media takes up. I tweeted about it, back then. Something along the lines of "Can't wait to go on the Explore page on Instagram and watch the next three hours of my life disappear!!!" They had recently introduced an "infinite scrolling" model. That tweet touts obvious sarcasm, but unfortunate truth, even in 2015. I

And the solution is going to start with some tough, tough love.

It's interesting when signs and signals show up again and again. I often seek them out, but I'm realizing lately that when we actually...

We're all a little worried, right? I walk out to my backyard every morning in early July and notice that, yet again, an entire day and...

Charli was spot on when she said in the original version, "the internet would go crazy" if she and Lorde ever made music together.