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Tiny moments

Kendall Cooper

April 26, 2019

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,...

The evolution of feminism in film

Alex Anderson

April 26, 2019

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...

Embracing race

Reya Mosby

April 26, 2019

“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...

The real fake news

Ava Bush, Sports editor

April 2, 2019

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...

Momma’s boy

Michael Minton, Writer

April 2, 2019

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...

Porcelain doll

Madi Olivier, Writer

April 2, 2019

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...

The enemy of the people

Kendall Cooper, Copy Editor

February 7, 2019

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,...

Living legacy

Tara Connick, Photographer

February 7, 2019

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 F-word — feminism

Kendall Cooper, Copy editor

February 7, 2019

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...

Finding the rainbow

Finding the rainbow

February 7, 2019

More than meets the eye

More than meets the eye

February 7, 2019

The Silent Minority

Ava Bush, Sports Editor

February 6, 2019

Every time I would visit my grandmother as a child, she would tell me stories about my Choctaw lineage. My great uncle would also take my cousins and I to the Red River to collect shark teeth, arrowheads and flint rocks we would later ...

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