The British Boy Who Broke My Heart

As an eighteen-year-old, I didn’t know a lot about love, but I thought I did. When I moved into my college dorm room, my mom and my boyfriend helped me. He was the second boyfriend I ever had, and like with the first one, I saw us getting married one day. We had both saidContinueContinue reading “The British Boy Who Broke My Heart”

Having vs. Being Our Emotions

Oh, Americans, Canadians, British peeps, English speakers everywhere . . . what have we done? There’s a problem. Maybe it’s leaked its way into other languages—you’ll have to excuse my lack of knowledge. However, from the few languages I have studied, I’ve noticed there’s an error in English that may have negative effects upon ourContinueContinue reading “Having vs. Being Our Emotions”