Heather Sundell

When you think about what an influencer looks like, it’s easy to draw an image of Instagram stars with their white walls, succulents, and perfect outfits, lounging around listening to vinyl on a Monday afternoon. Or maybe you think about the 17-year-old Vine kid pranking his friends at a 7-11. If not that, then you’re envisioning a beautiful girl teaching her 1.2 million YouTube subscribers about a new way for them to contour their faces.
Somewhere down the list, you eventually get to writers...

“What did we do before Venmo?” I recently said to my boyfriend, Jacob, as I clicked “request” on $17.56 for “groceries and quarters” I had picked up earlier that day.

We dated for two whole years before we both installed Venmo, so I do know what our lives were like before we started relying on the convenient money app. Considering a lot of people have not carried cash for the better part of this millennium, the beginning of our relationship operated like most: on a see-saw of transactions. "I...

I feel no shame admitting my unbridled love for romantic comedies. I’m loud and proud about Netflix serving me “Indie Romantic Comedies with A Strong Female Lead” as soon as I log in. I might have actually squealed with delight when I realized HBO Go added 27 Dresses into the mix, because that scene in which Katherine Heigl and James Marsden dance on the bar to “Benny and the Jets” is basically everything.

As much as I love a romantic fantasy and whimsical happy ending that sweeps the protago...

I’ve only been engaged for two months, and the number of times people have felt the need to correct the way I refer to my significant other has truly surprised me. For the past four and a half years of our relationship, I have referred to him as “my boyfriend.” But, since he so generously gave me a beautiful ring to wear on my left hand, that is apparently no longer acceptable.

Nay, the Greek chorus of life is demanding the “fiancé.”

“He’s not your boyfriend. He’s your fiancé!”

Can I just, li...

Mazel! You’ve said yes to the key/lease/cohabitation. Break out the bubbly and toast to your new life together. But, hold off on the low-key housewarming get-together: Moving in with your S.O. is more than Pinterest boards and Trader Joe’s dinner parties.

Trust me; I’ve done it twice and had to undo it once. The first time I moved in with a partner, I was 23, and we’d only been together (long distance!) for six months. We lasted three years until we decided to part ways (and apartments). The ...

After my first tattoo, body art popped out at me like a ‘90s optical illusion poster. Same thing happened when I got engaged, and every diamond glint caught my peripheral. My eyes zeroing in on a once-innocuous accessory, now the object of inventory, scrutiny, and comparison.

Similarly, almost a year and a half without a period, I find myself acutely aware of every complaint of cramps, every impassioned post about Diva Cups in a women’s-only Facebook group, and every pregnancy announcement — ...

Four years ago, two slightly neurotic, anxiety-prone people fell in love. Two years after that, they decided to share a living space.

When it turns out your parents were right

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Social Media Dare: I Liked Everything In My Instagr...

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