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,...
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...
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...
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...
Alex Anderson, Entertainment Editor
• February 7, 2019
I sat alone in my blue Toyota, the June heat pierced my windshield and toasted my legs. With shaky hands, I typed out my message. “I’m tired of hiding this…I’m bi...I’ve been terrified to tell...
Editor's note: this column won a Certificate of Merit in first person experience (2019 CSPA Gold Circle Awards). It was also named as an honorable mention for personal columns in the TAJE Best in Texas...
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...
Kendall Cooper, Copy/Entertainment/Sports Editor
• November 9, 2018
The conversation surrounding transgender rights and the government has been revisited as a result of a draft of a US policy change obtained by The New York Times. If this goes into effect, gender, in the...
“Mom please,” I screamed until my throat hurt.
My mom laid motionless on my parents’ bed. I begged her to show a sign that she was okay. Barely conscious, she couldn’t even open her eyes. My...
For two hours I sat in my empty bathtub in the pitch black. It was completely silent and for some odd reason I started to feel safe. I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel my bare feet against the...
I slowly sank into the chair. Fear and doubt cascaded through my mind as the senior boy towered over me. It was my first interview for journalism, and I was intimidated by the older boy. After we finished...
I held my breath as I waited for the familiar sound of the garage door opening to indicate my dad’s arrival home. My eight-year-old mind ran through the plan that my twin sister Abby and I had put together,...
