White plains — On Sundays the house is eerily quiet, so quiet that I can feel the silence. What used to be a day of rushing to soccer games, running meets, church, the grocery store, and doing loads and loads of lau...
The end of freshman year: lessons learned, breaks earned, perspectives turned, pasts burned.
The things they leave behind tell the story of their hopes and dreams.
I woke up this morning to discover the world had gone black and white.