Growing up with both an older and a younger sister, I was the true middle sister. I was always being asked to share (and I have to admit, asking to share with equal frequency) anything of my own. There is a chaos to being a middle child: you're not so old to be the most individualized, not given the same volume of responsibility as the eldest, not a recipient of the same individualized parental investment as the eldest, not getting a "pass" as the babies might, feeling too young to hang with...

Diderot penned his ever-relevant " Regrets for My Old Dressing Gown "in 1768. The essay explores the discord of a space or a life when one simple item is exchanged for a luxurious version of itself. To my curious mind I'm unsure how much of it is hyperbolic metaphor and how much of it is real, but I do know Diderot literally bought his way into debt pursuing finer things in life (insert The Office (US) gif here). His spree began with a new robe--one purchased, the bright scarlet robe stood...

I wrote up a very high-level overview from my experience with mental health interventions (gratefully, none of which have required...