The buildings are in gray and white, as if they have been plunged into some Instagram filter. But it’s not just the buildings. Clothes, food, even people have all become a desolate gray.  Everything...

Remember all the art we created when we were younger? Hand turkeys, coffee filter snowflakes, finger paintings; our imagination and interest was limitless. As the years progressed, some of us stayed...

“Oh, are you Laasya’s sister?”  This is the inevitable question that most of my teachers have asked, one that truly vexed my childhood.  As early as age 3, before I even attended Valley Ranch...

Starry Night, I have loved you ever since I first saw you. When I was younger, I was surrounded by a wealth of knowledge. My parents both appreciate traveling and the history behind cultures. While...

White 80! White 80! Set… hut! Ahhh, that sound is magic to me. It has this wonderful gift of taking me away from all my thoughts and launching me into the next play. It brings to mind the most wonderful...

Dear Google Calendar,  Thanksgiving season is here and it is only appropriate to honor you. It’s been four years since I created you, yet it feels like it has been a full lifetime. At the same time,...

To listen to this story, click on the box to the left. Entry #100: Dear Diary, I flip through the pages of my black-and-white composition notebook, its lines inscribed with the scratchy gray...

I can’t say that I remember details of my childhood that well, but it's safe to say that Crayola Markers were a part of it. Whether it was trying to blend the orange and yellow hues to create the perfect...

There have been mentions of book clubs throughout history, with Anne Hutchinson’s weekly sermon discussion group on the Mayflower, Hannah Adams joining a reading circle in her hometown and even online...

In spending hours upon hours at the Dallas Museum of Art and walking through its many galleries, I bounce between worlds more rich than the summer breeze or sounds of the city outside. Dipping my toes...

You might have taken a stroll on a social media platform and stumbled upon a post that was taken with film, identifiable by grainy yet distinct lines and the tiny orange date in the lower right corner. But...

by Yasemin Ragland I’ve always been somewhat socially withdrawn since I was a child. For the first nine years of my life, I struggled with understanding why I am the way I am.  Once in elementary...