As a child, I spent every summer running on what my parents called "summer legs."
Summer legs were bruised from stumbling over tree stumps, bloody from tripping on asphalt, grass-stained from rolling down hills and dusty with remnants of rainbow...
J.K. Rowling may be one of the defining authors of my childhood, but I detest the comments she has made invalidating transgender people. But why should art suffer? It’s still the same art, after all, and as long as it doesn’t contain anything that condones the actions of the artist, I see no reason why this art shouldn’t be celebrated.
DeKALB — On a snowy Halloween afternoon, the women’s soccer team had one last chance to close the season on a high note, putting everything out on the field.The wind chilled to the bone, dispersing snow flurries all over the field and into the faces...
If you had an unhappy childhood, it was probably due to a teacher in grade school who made you feel lousy and embarrassed for doodling in class. Well, there may be other reasons. Nonetheless it is time to break the cycle of guilt. If you still doodle...
Dear money-grubbing corporations, producers and executives: Please stop ruining my childhood. There is no need to remake everything I knew and loved before I hit the awkward phase of puberty. Yet you, Corporate America, insist on the opposite. After all,...
