I had a 10-minute drive down 15-501. 10 minutes was how long it took my parents and I, in our jam packed Subaru, to drive down the road...

"Give us your Top 10." This little prompt was the only thing that stood between me and completing my final college application, four and...

During the last stop of my college tours, I always finish by saying, “In a couple of months, I will be wearing that blue robe and walking...

For the first month of my senior year, I took a break from social media, cold turkey’d it. With my screen time averaging multiple hours a...

“I am going to miss this moment for the rest of my life.” My walk home from my evening cooking class consisted of passing through Piazza...

When I decided to come to UNC-Chapel Hill, I decided to go to college in my backyard. This town, the people, and parts of the campus were...

I dreaded attending my piano lessons as a little kid. Piano lessons meant sitting still for an hour. Piano lessons meant studying theory...

I take after my dad in most things in life. Sensitive, stubborn, ambitious, and outgoing. He’s a storyteller too, and he knows how to...

Last night I finished season two of HBO’s Euphoria. I had to put my breathing on manual, reminding myself to inhale and exhale, while I...

If asked to describe to you the perfect day, I would tell you about December 11, 2020. To set the scene, I want you to picture a Nissan...

It was 3 a.m., and the white granite countertops were stained purple. A deep, royal hue. And so was the left side of Izze’s head, a...

In the summer of ‘76, my dad began training for fall cross country tryouts. Growing up in sunny California, he and his friends often fit...

Once upon a time, there were four girls. The first of the four entered the world on April 9th, 2000. An Aries through and through, born...

When I was in kindergarten at Estes Hills Elementary, I received Estes Eagle of the Month. This was an award given to one student in...

As discussed in my previous post, Coloring Outside of the Lines, collaging is one of my favorite ways to create, evidenced by the fact...

Ever since I was little, any magazines I could get my hands on, I would cut to pieces. And as a little left-handed kid, this proved to be...

My shoulders sound like the 4th of July. Like you are sitting on the National Mall watching the sky explode. Or kind of like Rice...

I can vividly remember sitting in a sea of Carolina Blue, hands clasped over my ears, with what sounded like the entire ocean crashing...

As storytellers, we must not overlook the power of a picture. Through photography and visual mediums, we establish personal connections...