My Dearest Mom,

It's been a hard few years, but I've been pushing through just like you always taught me to. Mother's Day is just another day for me, because it is not possible for me to love or appreciate you anymore than I already do. When it gets to be this time of year, however, there are so many thoughts that race through my mind and there is only one person who I could talk to that always understands--you.

Today, at age nineteen, I look back on all you taught me as I

My mother… Where should I begin? That woman I came out of. That lovable being I imprinted on in my very first moments of life. The body I clung to for dear life to survive my infancy. The one I cuddled up to in bed at night, whose stomach I pressed my back to in an effort to hide from the ghosts who surely lingered near the open bedroom door—and there were ghosts, back then. The caring figure that packed my lunch every day and drove me down the winding driveway to the bus in the snow. The one

Old people, stroke patients, and persons with disabilities- these are the people who occupy a great place in my heart along with those street children and underprivileged individuals begging for alms on the overpass, knocking to every car’s window, and wiping the shoes of every passenger on the jeep.

Surely, it’s my grandmother who taught me (not literally taught, but it’s one thing I really have learned for my whole life staying with her.) to be like this, to feel compassion to thos

I could feel my breath quicken as I realized he found me. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.

"Why must you always run?" The creature asked as he slithered closer to me.

"Because I''m afraid." I stuttered out. My eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit.

"You can try to leave again, but in the end you have to obey." The creature said impatiently.

I clenched my fists as I stared into the glowing eyes of the creature.

She's up against a wall,
A small plastic cup in hand.
Friends are long gone,
Disappeared far into the bass,
The beat, the dancing, the crowd.

She stands alone, frightened,
But refuses to show it.
But he smells her fear,
And inches closer, so slowly;
Like a predator stalking its prey.

His words are like candy,
Sweet and inviting,
Irresistible and unstoppable.
Fingers intertwine and he leads her away.

He tell

Rehtaeh Parsons was just another girl, living a normal life in Nova Scotia, Canada. However, unlike any other girl, she succumbed to a trauma that no one would wish on his or her worst enemy. She was gang raped by several boys at the age of just fifteen. Horrific enough as this was, one boy apparently took and released a photo of the young girl being assaulted to the public, unleashing a reign of bullying on Parsons.
Technology has been the best and worst thing to happen to our society.

At age eighty-seven, a woman that truly changed the world passes away. Not many politicians or peace fighters leave behind an all-enduring legacy, but Margaret Thatcher – the first female Prime Minister of Britain – did. Creating a radical revolution, she opened the doors of freedom for all, with firm principles and an agenda set in stone; accordingly, she earned a reputation as, ‘the Iron Lady’.

The story of Margaret Thatcher is an important part of the lives of young people today,

After giving my roommate the title to my story, I realized there was more than one side to it. Not only do I feel like I’m on display at the gym, but apparently she noticed other women who come to the gym strictly to be on display. But since I tend to stray away from the Barbie dolls that come to the gym to walk the treadmill for hours, I will share my experience and opinion instead.

As a college student, I’m convinced every time I go to our school’s gym that I’m on display for every

I found something new to live by that has left me breathless after reading. This poem gave me a new view on life and happiness:

After A While by Veronica Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and