St. Patrick’s Day is a rather curious holiday. People are decked out in green or dressing up like leprechauns, sparkly clovers are in every CVS, cops are tearing their hair out (what little the male ones are allowed to keep) performing DUI stops, and the bars are brimming to their

When my parents separated during my last year of middle school, you could usually find me hiding in my school’s tiny library. You’d think that, with my love of fiction, you would find me clutching an old copy of Artemis Fowl or Percy Jackson. But actually, I’d be reading 2

My dad discovered Kim Possible on Disney Channel when I was young enough to see a high schooler as a role model. He recorded the “Friends and Foes” marathon on VHS and let me watch episodes on lazy Saturdays. Sometimes, we’d set up stools in the kitchen (small pillars to

My dearest friend, it has been too long. My sweet fairytale love, How I hate you. Blinded by your smile, and the scent of your snake oil. Bound by your words, Mesmerized by the glow of your tongue, My dearest friend I thought I had escaped your grasp. But there

Written by Michael Wilson Throughout our lives, we are struck with trials of all kinds—death, illness, broken relationships, breakdowns, conflict, and a world that seems to be unraveling at the seams. How are we to make sense of all of this? What questions flood our minds as we witness tragedy

Well, folks, it’s the time of year when Christians take sides on whether October 31st is a day of death and satanism or a day to dress up and have fun. Some Christians will judge people within their church family, and some Christians won’t even bat an eye at the

I love taking walks during the fall. There’s a crispness in the air, and a feeling of fresh starts. The sun still shines down, but the breeze keeps me cool without chilling me to my bones. Leaves that have already fallen crunch under my feet with a satisfying snap. The

Warning: this is not a book review. It’s an editorial—and quite a personal one. It might be triggering for some readers. I sit in the doctor’s chair, fidgety, still telling myself that this was the right choice. It doesn’t. It feels like defeat. “Julianne? Hi. What brings you in today?”

Doves and crows Doves fly in the path of hope I cry and try to cope With the sounds of crows echoing in my ear I swear I’m running away from fear. Where are the doves? I know they’re there All I do is look up and stare Begging for

Well, that’s a wrap on Cairn’s biannual “World Reach Week,” where missionaries come to tell stories, present opportunities, and share about their ministries! The M.A.C. and the Sterns lobby were full of stations where students could receive information and personal advice about missions. The theme of missions was also brought