On this quest, we came across a mixed box of clothes, art materials, random things. Turns out, it was my mum's box from college/her childhood, long before we moved to the United States...

I hate that no matter what time it is, the first thought that crosses my mind is "man, I wish my boyfriend was here to walk me home right now," rather than "I wish we lived in a society where women didn't have to worry about that kind of thing."

Given the history of oppression and forced assimilation from the English on its neighboring countries, this movement gave the opportunity to voice freedom on behalf of Scotland and its culture... 

July marked a period of our apartment ownership I call the Great Ant Siege of 2014... 

 It sometimes seems people are so keen on criticizing the sport that they lose sight of how simple and beautiful it is. Anyone could play it; all you need it a ball...

It didn't actually occur to me how utterly broke I was until my friend asked me if I'd be interested in joining her to go to Cancun. That's what people do in summer-- get out of Oregon. I thought for a split second that would be fun, until I realized my card was getting declined at 711 to buy a $3.99 salad... 

Honestly, no one knows your body better than you, so how should they know how to dress it? Yet "dressing for your body type" has 100,000+ hits on Google, closely followed by "how to dress your plus-size body," which raises other issues.

It's my first time since coming to college that I feel like I'm a part of something big and with a great power to change. Before I graduate, I want to continue to do great things with this cause...

It breaks my heart and yet it strikes such a chord in me with its dire patriotism and passion. Why don't people write like this anymore?

No longer do you have to be a professional to publish something, to rally a community, to raise money for a cause, or to achieve great things...

The first lesson of writing poetry for someone who hates/doesn't understand poetry is to accept that you are uncomfortable, slightly unwilling, and have utterly no idea what you are doing...

I'm trying to tackle this balancing act-- scrounging up all the free time I have and spending it with people I love, and usually lots of television and good food. It's good to be home.

Here, people leave their doors unlocked, the sounds of softball games echo through the streets and it's hard to get used to again... 

They ask me how I've been doing, how am I sleeping, do I enjoy the things I used to, how often do I relax, have I been eating more, whether I wish I was a different person, and how I want to change...

 Sure, it might not be totally scenic, but there's something you get from that voyage that leaves you alone to your thoughts or the freedom to just space out and detach from it all...