Broad shoulders, short hair, deep voices, flannel shirts, jeans and timberland boots.  These are all what comes to mind when you hear the word ‘lesbian,’ but why? No lesbian I have ever met or...

Amidst a buzzing household stands a wooden table meticulously embellished with centerpiece candles, sterling silverware and most notably, a Thanksgiving turkey.  Every year families reunite, coming...

Head hunched over my desk, earbuds playing "lofi hip hop radio," I furiously scribble the answer to a tedious derivative.  Although I had studied the night before, it is nice to feel an extra confidence...

He put ketchup on his burger.  He did it slowly and carefully, stopping every few seconds to ensure that the lines were straight. I watch him out of curiosity along with the rest of the lunch table,...

As I’m typing away this story on my computer, the gentle sunlight from my windows casts a warm glow onto my The Hot Licks tour and Betty Boop-referenced Boopsi Cola posters hanging above my desk.  Lively...

I close my eyes as I sit down onto the cold dressing room floor, taking deep breaths to calm the pounding in my chest. The bright vanity lights penetrate through my eyelids, creating orb-like shapes in...

When I recline on the vibrant green cushion in the Cozby Library and Community Commons teen room, my muscles soften, my heart wraps itself in a warm blanket and my mind stops doing backflips. Following...

“Can we get a cat? Please?”  This was the question that eternally plagued my parents.  I remember the persistent, almost nagging tone in my voice, hoping to tug at my parents' hearts. The question...

Walking through the dimly lit Family Video, a 5-year-old me beelined to the front of the store, uninterested in the racks on racks of DVDs. As I reached the front, I was welcomed by the newest selection...

My third grade teacher taught the class that people from foreign countries were called aliens. All heads in the room turned to me. “Alien” is what my classmates started to call me. From kindergarten...

Last month I said the words “I’m sorry” at least five times a day. Why?, you may ask. Did she say something rude to a teacher? Did she hurt a friend's feelings? Did she turn in an assignment late? Nope....

Of course you would get a 97, you’re such a perfectionist. Your room is so clean. You’re obviously a perfectionist. All I can do is respond with a chuckle and shake my head, acting humble and pretending...