When I was 13 years old, I was told over and over again that one day I would find the perfect guy for me. He was going to be able to build me up in ways that I could not. While this thought can be a wonderful...

In all of its facets, age is a puzzling concept. As I mature, the idea confounds me more. Still, I have my moments when I stop thinking so damn hard and everything makes sense: Age is experience. This...

Love is no longer a hot commodity. In fact, I'm sure you can buy it from a vending machine in Japan now. The four-letter word of affection has become something so mundane that it no longer has its flash...