The antique photograph sits on the sturdy oak desk, worn and decrepit, I’m nervous to pick it up in fear that it will crumble between my fingers. I conquer fear and gently lift the yellowed...

When Sunday morning rolled around, I found the energy to clean my room, which was sadly destroyed by my terribly messy habits. I hung up clothes. I put away random papers or shoes. Lastly I stripped the...

There is a place on Harvest Hill that is home to many. They live in a brown brick building with many windows. It stands next to a neighborhood and looks as if it could just be any home. Inside there’s...

     The sound of my violin echoes off the wall in an almost-surreal manner. It is 10 times louder in this practice room than the ones I am used to. I feel claustrophobic too, even though this room...

  Staring down at the old oak desk, I imagine how many times my papa sat down and wrote there. I imagine the care and time he put into writing each of his books. I imagine this timeless study in the basement...

It is not often in life that one’s heart falls to their stomach and the whole world shatters as if it were a simple glass pitcher. No one should really have to experience this, but as I sat in my bed...

      If  I could trade a day for a day I would trade the worst day of my life for tomorrow, or tomorrow’s tomorrow, or tomorrow tomorrow’s tomorrow’s tomorrow. The worst day of my life...

     In the years leading up to 12th grade, I had always heard that senior year would be the best year of my life. I heard it at parties I attended with my parents when they told people I was in high...

     My eyes were fixed to the fierce, bold girl leading songs unknown to me as she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Y, YO, YOU, UNITY, UNITY, WE ARE THE YOUTH OF UNITY!” She screamed and the group...

     I was bored. Incredibly bored. I was also feeling lazy, and for lack of something better to do, had downed almost an entire box of cookies. While pacing the kitchen and trying to figure out what...

     The two story house is quiet at 9 a.m. on Sunday. I open my door and tip toe downstairs to make sure I don’t wake anyone up and pop some potato bread in the toaster. I scavenge the pantry finding...

   It’s easiest if I just come out and say it- my dad and I are addicted to Blizzards.      The love of this frozen treat was instilled in me by him from an early age. I can recall moments of...