It doesn’t take long to develop. The stench of the fuck-up, I mean.  For some, it’s a near-immediate branding. You leave the womb a loud, tempestuous thing. Or else you’re quiet, brooding, sulking, strange. You laugh at inopportune times. You fail to learn the secret handshake practiced by polite society. 

The Holiday Season is intended to be a joyous occasion. The idea is that you’re supposed to be merry, but for many of us, the holidays are a time of emotional, existential and financial dread, but it doesn’t have to be that way.  The first step is understanding that Christmas

“I was getting a divorce when I started and Zumba® took me out of a great depression I had. Zumba® took my mind off it. So now, when I teach my classes, I tell my students what I went through and how it can help one’s mental health”

These are trying times. The shelter-in-place order and quarantines related to COVID-19 have turned normal life upside down. Between the financial stress and inability to visit with loved ones, people are likely to experience some elevated stress and mental health issues. There are enjoyable ways people can help mitigate stress

by Laurie Riihimaki ‘Tis the season for holiday cheer, or should I say tears? For some, this time of year can be heavy with seasonal depression brought on by toxic family get-togethers, dreaded semester finals, literally darker days, and holiday weight brought on by grandma’s famous pecan pie and mac

by Laurie Riihimaki Having Instagram is a necessity if you want to have any sort of influence on the world. That’s because our average audience is just like us: easily impressionable, loves instant gratification, and they’re suffering from sore thumbs from frequent scrolling. Seriously, if you’re not on Insta then

by Laurie Riihimaki Have you contemplated suicide in the last few months? You know, just saying “hasta la vista, baby” to your pet turtle who couldn’t give two shits about you? If you haven’t thought about this heightened scenario, then you’re probably not a Millennial. But, if you are, then

If you are in need of a soundtrack to gray days in San Francisco, employ equally gloomy British rock bands — Babyshambles, Suede, The Smiths — they embody the silent torture of hazy rolling fog. The bands and the fog are doubtful and mysterious, cloaked in sorrow that comes from