I hate sidewalks. Not because they’re bland or jagged, but because every third step I take my foot lands on a crack. I try to adjust my rhythm or modify the length of my stride just to quiet the hum...

I was four years old when I first saw the aftermath of a leprechaun. We had awakened from nap time when our teacher started panicking. Tiny footprints lined Saint Paul’s floors on Saint Patrick’s Day,...

For as long as I can remember, my dad has loved to watch food challenge videos on YouTube. I distinctly remember walking out into my living room one morning when I was 14 and seeing a video on the TV of...