“What are you going to do with an art degree?” I assume that most of the people who ask that mean well, but whenever I get the question, I feel as though there is a small amount of disdain attached...
Last night, I needed to clear my head, so I decided to take a late evening stroll through downtown Tuscaloosa. Who am I kidding? I was bar-hopping. Nevertheless, the Alabama night was brisk and clear....
I have always been the only black kid, or at least one of a few. It wasn’t a situation of my own creation. The teams I swam on as a kid were predominately white; so was my church and my school. It was...
Like everyone, I knew of people with cancer. I knew of someone who knew someone else whose sister was sick, but it was never anyone close enough to make a significant impact on my life or emotional state....
Learning to ride a bike is a rite of passage for many children. The moment we take off without the aid of training wheels or our parents’ protective hold is one of the first steps towards independence....
The two weeks prior to Alabama’s first home game were full of drama and suspense. Resolutions were written begging for reconsideration and underground meetings were planned. And still, after all of the...
I should preface my thoughts by stating that I am not currently and have never been affiliated with any Greek organization at The University of Alabama or any other institution for that matter. Therefore,...
