Dad - for being my rock  As a toddler, my favorite parent was my mom, no doubt. I clung to her side like glue. But as I grew up, I molded into a “Mini Joe." Our humor is identical, and our comments...

She’s attached to her mom as if a rope binds them together. A weight felt as if it was holding her underwater; she’s unable to resurface, suffocating by the fear of abandonment, her only light being...

Shopping online for an inflatable cow costume, senior Kenzie Hushak realized her job as student section leader wasn’t as easy as she thought.  She’d hoped for this part since she was an underclassman,...

The only seasoning I put on my fries is salt. I especially love the cubed sea salt you have to twist out. But when I saw my mom sprinkling a tan seasoning onto her potatoes at Red Robin, it piqued my interest. Like...

A gray cloud hovers over my head as I walk down the tiled hallway. My shoulders slump and my mood is below fuming. Yet, a distant voice echoes through the corridor.  “Amelia, I love your outfit!...

The dimly lit tavern called Two Tony’s, located in Spring Lake, brought an aroma of tomato sauce and fish to my nose—two smells I despise. From there on, I expected a miserable dinner.  The small...

She twirls over the bars; pain grasps her wrists while blisters cover her palms. With a little nudge forward, she sticks the landing and walks off the mat. Her life gravitated towards gymnastics as...