On Dec. 8, 2019, as I watched Tyrod Taylor of the Los Angeles Chargers complete a 14-yard pass to Virgil Green, thereby giving us the downright embarrassing final score of 45-10, I wondered, “Why do I still root for this team?” Continue reading Why do we still root for the Jaguars?
My first exposure to coffee was the harsh, bitter taste of decaf in the lobby of a Hilton Inn. I’d begged for it, after seeing how my mother constantly filtered through one more cup in the mornings, two splenda, and a slow pour of milk that just clouded up to the surface. Mom would drink more on these long road trips, in cups that weren’t good, but practical. Continue reading A slow, careful roast
I wanted to know what flying was like until a few months ago. That day, my father and I woke up at four in the morning to pack our car with our new swimming mask, fins, and water shoes, then drove to Pompano Beach, Florida to go scuba diving for the first time. Continue reading Sixty feet underwater
When I was younger, I never understood how someone could love a butterfly. They scared me back then. I thought butterflies were just another creepy bug to avoid. I never saw their beauty or their grace; only their horrifying, spindly legs, and something I thought could kill me if it got too close. Continue reading Putting the Wings Back
During a migraine, neurons send messages along the trigeminal nerves, which is a major pain pathway, to the blood vessels on the surface of the brain. These blood vessels expand or dilate in response. I have been living with these migraines for far too long now. Continue reading Underneath the skull
Lily Paternoster Coeditor-in-chief A national glamorization of gaunt, drug-addicted models began in the early nineties under the name, “heroin chic.” Characterized by extreme thinness, dark under-eye circles, angular facial structure, and pale skin, heroin chic pushed the boundaries of fashion photography to uncomfortable places. In a photoshoot for Vogue Magazine by Corinne Day, model-turned-photographer, young Kate Moss is seen draped in Christmas lights, … Continue reading Heroin chic: the infamous oxymoron
Dariana Alvarez Managing Editor I was only in preschool when I found out I was afraid of people. The teacher would call the roll and she’d notice I didn’t say my name and she’d ask if I was Dariana so I’d nod. I’d hoped that nobody would play with me afterwards. The teacher called this shyness, the Social Anxiety Institute, the only treatment center whose … Continue reading More than shy: how social anxiety can change your life