Stumbling Blindly   “No way,” They say “Not possible” As I try Try harder than I ever have Getting better Faster Stronger   Someday, I’ll be...

The road was tired and gray, winding its way past various houses, also tired and gray. The hours moved slowly, the people there moving even slower. With little help and support from the outside world,...

This summer I volunteered for the Siembra pre-school program at El Centro, a Hispanic community center on Chicago Avenue.  I walked into the lobby on my first day expecting to say “hola” to the receptionist,...

Home. In one swift action I drop my hefty duffle, shut the door. I am faced head on with this sad reality. Looking into the abyss of my unmade bed, wrappers and stray papers leftover from finals, my eyes...

It’s not often that I meet someone who can change my perspective on life. However, this past summer, I met a young girl who did just that. Ava is five years old. She was born weighing less than a...

Sometimes it is best to not look for anything and stroll down the street with an open mind and open heart eager for any opportunity. That’s the problem with none, no one goes out with the anticipation...

After torrential rain, a sauna enveloped Washington Avenue erasing wrinkled dress shirts and steaming pores.