When the “Unite the Right” rally took place in Charlottesville, Virginia on Aug. 11, a national outcry flooded against neo-Nazis, white supremacists and Ku Klux Klan members.
An issue of salience this year has been one requiring analysis from a historical perspective. I have increasingly noticed symbols historically associated with intolerance, hate, racism, etc. as part of the news. As a conservative, I believe these symbols of hate and injustice should be taken down.
If my readers haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a Democrat. I am proud to say that.
My car rumbled to a stop as I sat and watched an American flag flutter in the afternoon breeze. Beyond that iconic image of patriotism was a world I never thought I’d find myself again – high school.
Since the U.S. began recording weather in 1851, two Atlantic hurricanes of such intensity have never hit our country in the same season, until now.
Since the U.S. began recording weather in 1851, two Atlantic hurricanes of such intensity have never hit our country in the same season, until now.
After just a few days on campus, I was sure that nothing could be more infuriating than the crowds on McKinley Avenue during the first week of school.
"IT" makes you a kid again by bringing your childhood fears back into your mind, but the movie will not make you want to say, “Damn, it feels good to be a kid again!”
Overdrawn, overspent and overanxious. Wasteful spending was never in my wheelhouse. I was a talented dog-walking entrepreneur growing up and scrambled to pull neighbors' garbage out for a spare dollar or two each week. I did everything to justify any spending a 10-year-old might do.
"Cheap Thrills" (2013) exposes the moral conflict humans have when money, greed and failure seep through the cracks of our lives and affect our moral core. These three poisons are expressed throughout the film, diving into the worst of what people can be.
Studying abroad in Ireland was something that I looked forward to for months. Yet, I never imagined that I would find myself lost in a foreign country.
Denver, Colorado. Upon first thought, the Mile High City doesn’t seem like a place where a five-day Christian church conference would be held. Yet, there I found myself for exactly that event this past June.
It was 6:30 am on Monday. Following my natural habit, I pulled my phone out and snoozed the alarm. Since I was already up, I looked on social media. I started scrolling down videos on Facebook and then I jumped on to my newsletter app.
Loud, bud, tree, reefer, Devil's lettuce, weed.
All my life, I have been plagued with being told that I am “not really black.”
When the plane I boarded in London landed back in Chicago on July 29, it was as bittersweet a moment as any.
Beyond the murky glass streaked with dust, about 12 feet from the door, was a dry erase board that sat leaning against the wall.
On my first day at Ball State University, I was alone. I didn’t know anyone. I had no lifeline, no rope to cling to.
‘Master of None’ has something for everyone, and whether life imitates art or art imitates life doesn’t matter.
Welcome to the world of the living dead, a place where those infected resign to a measly existence of life, trapped in a trance, starring blankly at their smart phones as they shuffle along.
