Welp, this is it, the last time I’ll ever write for the first people who paid me...
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“If you can’t fly, run. If you can’t run, walk. If you can’t walk, crawl. But by...
Every day, I come across many choices: the choice to skip class because “one day won’t hurt,”...
As a photographer, I didn’t see myself doing much writing other than the usual cutlines and descriptions....
Do you ever walk around, going about your day, and feel a cold breath on your neck?...
Doubt is like a violin, always at my neck and pulling at my strings. The sharp notes...
When they told me I was going to have to write this column, I was indecisive. I...
For those of you who have been living under a rock, Rick Sanchez is a twisted protagonist...
It was 6:34 a.m. Sept. 4. My father had just dropped me off at the UTRGV Harlingen...
