Letter from the Editor

Letter from the Editor

Honeysuckle. That was all I could smell as I strolled through the backwoods of northern Alabama. I took in the faint smell that left an even fainter taste in my mouth. Something about the copacetic atmosphere filled me with perspective and appreciation for the natural...
Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

If you had asked me when I was younger what my favorite place in the world was, I would have told you Rock Mill Park. It was a small park no more than three miles from my house with a quaint pavilion and cement trails that wound through the woods. It was somewhere I...
Letter from the Editor

Letter from the Editor

He sat defeated, slumped over with gashes all across his face. His ear was swollen, his nose broken, his fight lost. As I walked into the room, his sightless eyes met mine. I had seen the sculpture Seated Boxer in pictures and in textbooks; I had studied its form, its...
Letter from the Editor

Letter from the Editor

“So, can you come with us in two weeks?” my uncle asked on the other end of the phone. I paused and considered the implications of skipping the first week of school to go on my uncle’s company cruise to help with my four cousins. My initial instinct was to say...

Letter from the Editor

I was born with a few vision issues: amblyopia, nearsightedness, third-nerve palsy. So, I always wondered if I saw things how other people saw them. Once I was camping in the mountains in Washington with friends, and one of them looked off into the evergreen valley...