This was previously published in our October 2025 issue.  Shoes sticking to the floor, hairspray in your lungs, and a brand new outfit you’ll probably never wear again. It’s Homecoming night and it’s kinda underwhelming. Okay, don’t come...

This was previously published in our September 2025 issue. I strutted down the gap between the bed frame and closet door, each step vibrating against the cold tile floor. The mismatched pajama set I wore swayed like a gown amidst a runway. My sister...

As I walk through the Emmaus Farmers Market in the Triangle with my mom, I get a great sense of community. Local businesses come together to sell their products to the people of Emmaus and we aimlessly throw our money to them, because after all, they’ve...

She was someone who, in the flow of a conversation, could give you a headache, and then in the next sentence, make you blush bashfully. She registered as some of the most complex people I’ve ever met. When you pieced together parts of her life, the...

I’m honored to announce that after years of honing my skills as an Advanced Procastinator™ (AP) student, I have officially accepted a position as Burnt-Out High School Senior at Imposter Syndrome Inc. Countless thanks go out to self-doubt, late-night...

The creeping nostalgia climbs up my spine as the wind gets colder, reminding me of what once was and what will never be again. My mother's voice echoes off the walls, and it's the only comfort I have during the holiday season. Sometimes she holds me like...