I have a hard time with February. Don’t get me wrong, February has its good points. My mom’s birthday is in February. I love my mom dearly. My dad’s birthday was in February too, Feb. 12.
Abraham Lincoln’s birthday,...
In case you missed it, the Academy Awards were this past weekend. Bright lights, attempts at comedic interludes, and average musical productions saturated the show as they displayed some of the best films made in 2019. Unfortunately,...
So, over the weekend, I was scrolling through both Facebook and Twitter like any other bored college student. Suddenly I came across this article about how, when thinking, some people either hear their own voice in their head...
My original motivation was my close friend, who lives in the same dorm as me. She was raped, and the cops really didn’t do anything to help her case, even though there are more victims from her rapist. He dropped out of school...
“Life is sad, life is a bust, all ya can do is do what you must,” Bob Dylan sang in his 1975 folk song “Buckets of Rain.” His words are calling out to me, readers, in the brutal adolescence of this century. We’re being...
Well it’s 2020, which means a new presidential election year. Folks who voted in the last election, as well as new voters – people that were 18 after the 2016 election and before Nov. 3 – get to use their voices.
Make...
I started my college adventure a little later than most. I was 42 in 2015. I married the lovely Sharon Carr, who teaches an editing and publishing class here at Wayne State. She encouraged me to go back to school. I had attempted...
Today, I received a crisp hundred dollar bill. I felt the coarse paper in my hand and put the bill up to my face to smell the sweet scent of spending freedom. But I had a decision to make. You see, I’ve got a couple friends,...
Here we are again, readers. Another semester, another ugly winter showing its face in January. We got off lucky over break, and now we’re struggling our way across a frozen waste, with temperatures flirting with true ugliness....
One thing I’ve noticed in my years since coming to Wayne is that many of the men (especially white men) here tend to have views different from my own. For example, I’ve seen a disproportionate amount of white men who happen...
We’re at it again, readers. Another slam season approaches. In this year of political ugliness and uncertainty on the horizon, this is exactly what we are in need of, and those are the doctor’s orders.
We would certainly...
