The story of my first love begins when we were young. I was 6 years old playing in my Nana's backyard with my older brother and uncle (who is only a few years older than my brother). We were playing...

As a six-year-old girl, hearing the news of my parents divorce was shocking and like any six-year-old, I reacted by crying while also being confused on exactly what this meant. I don’t remember much...

Losing someone is never easy. People will tell you “it gets easier,” but the harsh reality is it never does. It’s been almost five months now since I lost someone very important to me— my grandpa,...

Over Mother’s Day weekend, I had one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life. A three day camp in Canada that made me realize things about myself that I never knew before. I was one of 30 students...