Oh, how you are just like your mother. Your chin is long like hers, and your eyes are tilted like hers. You are humble like she is, but neither of you is afraid to stand up for yourself if needed. You...

I open my eyes to the sound of my mother entering my room to stir me from my peaceful slumber. Hanging on my dresser is a perfectly pink dress paired with my glittered, light-up sketchers. She brushes...

I am from shivering cold winters, Where the snowmen towered over me And the conifers grazed the sky. I am from puffy jackets And too many layers of mittens and socks To keep me warm.   I...

Recently, I saw one of the worst movies I have ever seen in theaters. Anyone who knows me knows I will be the first in line to see whatever new psychological thriller is out, so when I went to see an evening...

Earlier this month, Mr. Herrin came to my psychology class during our study of the eye and shared about a disorder that his grandson, Brian, has, known as Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP). Brian is ten years...