I was an emo kid without knowing it. I may not have worn the black hoodies and lipstick or listened to punk rock, but looking back I can’t help but chuckle—and wince—at how angsty I was, even in middle school. “No one understands meeeeeeeee!!” I constantly cried out into the void, posing solemnly by a …
I don’t feel old until I remember I’m 21 . . . And I’m graduating from college in a week. I have some super exciting news about my future plans that I hope to share with you guys soon, but until then I’d like to share a message for every year of college. This is …
Every time I send out a new edition of our e-magazine, I get a thrill. I’ve done this for six years (almost seven!!!) and clicking that “send” button still hasn’t lost its magic. Thanks to our photographer, Leah’s, amazing photography, the whole issue really came together. I was inspired by the images and every page was *pretty …
