The calls to self-quarantine can place some in imminent danger — As the seriousness of the coronavirus pandemic has been realized, calls for Americans to practice social distancing and self-quarantine have increased. The long-lasting social and financial ramifications of these necessary precautions remain unclear. …

Perhaps now more of our sexual assault complaints will be taken seriously — On Monday, a stunned Harvey Weinstein was found guilty of criminal sexual assault in the first degree and rape in the third degree. …

International Women’s Day has been observed since the early 1900s; a day set aside to celebrate women’s achievements while simultaneously calling for worldwide gender equality. While it’s origins are somewhat unknown and the day used to be observed on February 28, it has been held on March 8 since 1913…

I had started noticing the bump on the inside of my left hand months before I informed, well, anyone. It was slightly above center, no larger than a bead — much like the pearls on my favorite necklace — but it was painful. I was working as a full-time office…

A recent Seattle Weekly column suggested women would be wise to fake an interest in football to please their significant others. Yeah, so, about that. — In what can only be described as a desperate measure to establish an assumed (read: socially constructed) level of masculinity and dominance, men have traditionally marked their territory — metaphorically, we hope — in a caveman-like attempt to claim football as strictly their own. It’s no surprise why: The game…

Russell Wilson, star QB of the Seattle Seahawks, is not playing very well. He’s also dating singer/actress/model Ciara, and for a segment of fans, these two facts are inextricably linked. — I f you spent time surfing the blogosphere this week, you likely came across a bevy of causes (read: excuses) being touted as reasons why Russell Wilson played the worst game of his career in the Seattle Seahawks’ Week 10 loss to the Arizona Cardinals.

I know what you see. I know what catches your focus and earns a favorite and garnishes a comment. You see my smile and the happiness I refuse to hide and the joyous spaces in between. You see the filtered pictures of perceived perfection, my crooked teeth peeking through a…

Mary We used to scribble them in heavy yearbooks. We wrote elongated promises of endless summers and forever friendships, all laced with the hopeful assurance that we’d never change. And, of course, we were lying. It didn’t take long for college or the military or careers or life to push…

Daniel Horacio Agostini Well, that doesn’t sound like him. At all. That was the common response I received when telling close friends or family members about the abuse my mother, my brother and I were experiencing on an unforgivingly frequent basis. …