Going against my mother’s firm “no guns” rule, my dad would pull me, aged 5, up into his lap as he played Unreal Tournament ‘99, letting me click the shoot button while he aimed.
by Janelle Sheetz Every morning in high school, I stepped onto the bus and followed the aisle to my usual seat near the back. I sat and braced my knees…
Poem by Ashley Elizabeth "almost nothing gets me out my chair hootin and hollerin faster than Serena Williams at the us open" the roar does something to me not just…