A Poem for Spring
The Dawning Of Spring: The pitter patter of feathered songs Brush along the ears Of the early morning, As robins scurry across the lawns Of unsuspecting neighbors. Crocus boasts To…
The Dawning Of Spring: The pitter patter of feathered songs Brush along the ears Of the early morning, As robins scurry across the lawns Of unsuspecting neighbors. Crocus boasts To…
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I stood to walk away from the kitchen table. Closing the door and turning on the faucet, I collapsed into a child’s…
The space on the YOLO bandwagon seems to have gotten much smaller in recent years. Everyone supposedly wants to “live every moment like it’s the last” in order to claim…
Whether we wish we could serve the poor and alleviate suffering like Mother Teresa or pioneer critical scientific research like Marie Curie, we all dream of doing beautiful, world-changing things…