I have one photo on my wall: it is a black-and-white landscape of a place called God’s Thumb in Oregon. It is summer, and my brother and his girlfriend appear as tiny figures, walking towards the camera...

After returning to campus after winter break, a classmate asked me how I spent my time at home. As I explained that I spent some time with family at my uncle’s hunting camp, my classmate (who is not...

Dad told me a story once, though I have no real clue of its truth.  According to the countless times I have heard this story, Dad often played music when I was a newborn at home. Safe in my bouncer,...

Every English major hears the words, “What are you going to do with that?” at least once in their lives. The phrase loomed in the back of my mind since I transferred to NMU in the fall semester of...