If the stressors for a college student weren’t already half-hazardous to our burgeoning minds, I’d say the even greater challenge of finding a major is the needle in the haystack. That needle is embedded deeply within the stack of prickly dried grass—which, by the way, has been set on fire with a stone barrier and…

It’s the middle of August; the first day of school. The gymnasium is full of clamoring middle-schoolers seated on the ground. The eighth graders, the class to which I belong, get to sit in the metal chairs the upperclassmen are privileged with. A small, older woman, with bright aqua eyes and pixie-cut white hair, takes…

My legs were begging me to stop the ascent, and at last, I was able to appease them. I hauled my body over the hill and exhaled into the chilled air. My breath caught. Douglas firs scoured the area. Frost decorated the trees as far as my pupils could perceive. My boot crunched through the…

Everyday, my heart yearns to be with yours. When my eyes close, I see that beautiful smile of yours. When I feel cold, I can still feel the heat of your warm, soft hands grabbing hold of mine. There are days when I fear that I’ll lose those senses, and succumb to the loss of…

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the walls off my room, adorned with various knick-knacks and an array of artistic photos. It was a colorful space to which my eyes always wandered when seeking inspiration. Despite the mixture of brightly-toned paper and cork—I saw nothing. No glossy materials dipped in the hues…

It’s that time of year again: the beginning of a new one. The start of a new chapter. A new journey on the newly lit horizon. The first folio of your 365 (this year 366) paged book. It’s all the typical cliches heard around this time of year. Here’s something about me: I’m a tremendous…

Picture it: a quiet California neighborhood, just over a decade ago, where a quaint white house sits contently to itself. The grass is a vibrant green with leafy bushes and bold pink wildflowers adorning the walls where it meets the terrain. In the front of the lawn sits an old mailbox, and next to it,…