Bailey Vincent,  —

I am not a political writer. I am a political person, don’t get me wrong. I have no shame in calling myself “political” because I think that anyone with the luxury of saying they’re not interested is someone with inherent privilege. The ability to remain apathetic…

I am becoming a supermodel. OK, not really. But, perhaps I can pretend? I’m traveling to New York with my daughter to take part in a beauty campaign for a company I’m passionate about. The reason I love them is that they…

I wish my life was a Cameron Crowe movie. If it were, then after I left my doctor’s appointment this morning, things would have gone differently. If my life was a movie, my nurse would have been a kindly but…

I am a liar. OK, not in a bad way. As an actual profession, I am a liar. As a professional dancer, it’s my job to “lie” to the audience in show after show by transforming into an entirely different character.

“You should write about how it’s impossible to have a life and be sick at the same time.” This is what my partner said this morning, after asking him what the heck my column should be about this week. Honestly, as a mother of two girls, ages…

“What is the hardest part about living with lung disease?” A curious friend recently asked me this question, and my answer could likely far exceed the maximum word count for this column. Is it the chest pain and wheezing, which often feels like a panic attack that never ends? The…

If I were to introduce myself to you through this column, there are a great many things I could write. I might explain that this actually isn’t my first column (having started my lifelong long dalliance with op-ed at the tender age of 13), or that writing often is…