A letter to my younger self as we launch YourStory. A blank page and a keyboard for my companion. I’m unsure where to start. Your story...

Today it is hard not to feel the pain of being human. In the gym I watched the eyes of every age, gender and race, glued to the bank of...

He waves at me and stands from a table outside the busy cafe. “You’re taller than I thought you’d be”, he says, which I am used to. We...

If I had a $ for every person who has called themselves a “People Pleaser” I’d be typing this from the Maldives between massages.  Like a...