By Brian Joye You are 10 years old. You come home every day from school and chug two bottles of soda. Your thirst still doesn’t go away. You tell your mother, and she just tells you to drink water. Water will quench your thirst...
Read MoreBy Angela Pilson By the end of spring break, I’ve had enough of Judge Judy, Dr. Oz and ornery, cranky grandparents. My mom and I have been in Florida since Friday morning, and although I have not seen them in two years, I am...
Read MoreBy Lois Carlisle The most mysterious thing about my mother was her white recipe binder. She would send me to pluck it from the baker’s rack when I was a little kid. She spilled past me in the front room after she returned from...
Read MoreBy Dylan Magruder 140 lbs. The summer soccer camp at Furman University made me fat. That is, quitting the soccer camp after five days. On that fifth day, the college students teaching us showed us how to make goals. They lined...
Read MoreBy Anthony DeSantis The first day of school. I told my teacher, Mrs. Beckman, that I wanted to grow up to become a doctor. She said it was easy to follow my dreams. I only had to finish my homework every night, make straight...
Read MoreBy: Owen A. Macleod My mom and I packed into the Jeep Wrangler, and made short conversation through a few stop signs on the way to my high school. I usually walked to school, but on the rare occasion that my mom gave me a ride,...
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