It’s 3:15 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon and all I can taste is blood. For the past hour I’ve been bouncing my leg and biting my inner cheeks as I race to finish my human geography test. The words...

Editor's note: This column was finalist for commentary in the 2022 Dallas Morning News high school journalism contest. Last summer, I traveled to Mexico City to visit my extended family. I had not seen...

I have always cared about the clothes I chose to wear. As a kid I would dress up in a mix of random items ranging from superhero capes to ski goggles with a stethoscope around my neck and my custom yellow...

On the corner of Pollard Drive in Tyler, Texas sits a charming little house. It’s nothing special – just a one-story brick house with a two-car garage and a well-kept garden. Just over the wooden fence...

Whether you’re hosting the Thanksgiving feast, or heading to someone else’s house, your aunts and uncles will reminisce on the good old days, and the stories of their childhood Thanksgivings. They...

Editor's note: This column won second place for online personal columns in the 2022 ILPC contest. Their arguing was unavoidable. Word after horrible word punctured my skull like a stake. From the sidelines...

Editor's note: This column won first place for commentary in the Dallas Morning News high school journalism contest as well as Tops in Texas for print personal columns in the 2022 ILPC contest. It also...

I love that a movie, no matter how “low brow” or strange it is, can connect people. It can remind them of a specific time in their life, an experience or a memory. Most people have a movie they’ve...

Editor's note: This story won superior for online personal opinion columns in the 2022 TAJE Best in Texas contest. In my room sat this giant plastic box of toys. It was supposed to hold clothes but...

Editor's note: This column won second place for print personal columns in the 2022 ILPC contest. It also won excellent for print personal columns in the 2022 TAJE Best in Texas contest. The locker room...

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional at really anything but especially not “adulting.” High school teaches us how to do a lot of things. We know how to label the parts of the cell, how to conjugate...

My mother glared at me from across the kitchen. It was the same look she’s given me since I was little — the one that allowed her to tell me exactly how she felt about me pinching my twin sister...