Today’s Crimson White bears almost no resemblance to the Crimson White Victor Luckerson inherited two years ago. He led a team of the most talented, dedicated and loyal people I can imagine and with...

This week’s Crimson White has featured the reflections of many soon-to-be graduates. They will detail successes, failures, memorable exploits and special relationships. Many of these musings will flightily...

It’s business as usual in Tuscaloosa. As some of you went to your hometowns for one last trip before dead week and finals week, Alabama was winning championships. Just another day at the office, honey....

I don’t remember when I learned the greatest lesson about writing. It may have been in an intro to journalism class freshman year. It may have been inside the crumbling pink walls of my high school humanities...

Dear everyone who reads or looks at The Crimson White, My name is Drew Hoover and this is undoubtedly the first and last article of mine to appear in the CW that you will ever read and/or ignore. For...

For multiple reasons, I told myself I wouldn’t write a farewell column. For starters, I’m not going anywhere. As I indicated in my last column, I will be bringing my talents back to the Capstone for...

Before my mother died in February last year she said to me, “I know you’re destined to great things with your life. Just don’t go off and forget about your momma.” And I remember those words like...

There’s a poster in my room above my desk with a poem by Carl Sandburg written beneath an old army helmet. The helmet is partially buried in the ground, with a flower growing out of a rusted hole. The...