Abusing prescription drugs has become a common issue, especially for this generation. Drugs have found their way into every aspect of teenage life, from parties to late night studying. Teens that take unprescribed medications...
It’s been three years since I met the boy that changed my life, and almost two years since we began dating. In many ways Brian and I grew up together. He took me on my first date. We went to see a movie, and despite its awkwardness,...
Just five years ago, the amount of blockbuster films with a female lead were few and far between. Films like “The Hunger Games” and “Twilight” paved the way for women in the spotlight but failed to make a huge impact beyond...
“I’m not racist,” my friend said. “I’m colorblind to race. There’s no difference between you and me.”
I looked at her quizzically and racked my brain for reasons she could be this confused. She interrupted my...
Being controlling, possessive or violent are red flags that appear early in abusive relationships. One third of U.S. teens have been victims of physical or emotional dating abuse according to National Domestic Violence Hotline....
Katy Perry was recently accused of being racist — not because of anything she has said or done, but because of a pair of shoes for sale on her brand’s clothing website. The shoes had a triangular nose, blue eyes, and red lips...
With a household of four, someone was almost always at home. On a January afternoon, I walked into my unusually empty house.
I brushed it off and after a quick nap, I felt my stomach grumbling. I wondered where everyone was...
My twin sister and I have one obvious difference between us — she has brown skin, while mine is white. Besides that, we are extremely similar, short with matching brown eyes and thick brown hair. However, we have been treated...
I’ve been a journalist for a relatively short portion of my life, however, it has been a part of some of my most meaningful moments and decisions.
It has shown me how to open up to people. I was painfully shy and, quite frankly,...
I always dreaded entering my grandparents’ house. It smellled like mothballs and the bland tea my grandmother obsessed over. Always scared of breaking one of the blue and white antiques that had been sent from a distant relative,...
The air smelled of ink on paper and the walls were completely concealed by books stacked from the floor to the ceiling. Sunlight that hadn’t been blocked by the buildings outside streamed its way into the store and made the...
