As I was walking around the dog park with my pups, I saw a man searching the ground in the middle of the field—grocery bags overflowing from his pockets, a large bag of poop hanging from one hand, and an inverted bag covering his other
This semester has been keeping me busy—very busy. With creating a weekly newspaper, taking classes packed with assignments, and caring for two big fur babies, one of my biggest fears is having to miss a day due to an accident or illness. And last week,
I’m sitting on the couch trying out every Snapchat filter on my face, taking 100 of the same pictures of my dogs sleeping on the couch next to me, and occasionally scrolling through Instagram to see the same posts I saw 10 minutes ago. I
When I was a senior in high school, my brother Adam introduced me to The Sentry (which was then called The Advocate). He was managing editor at the time and invited me to a pitch meeting. I went with him and it was both intimidating
I was born into a dog family. Within the first day of my life, I had already been licked by a dog (and probably fallen in love). Kona was the name of my family’s dog at the time, and I grew up with her. She was
Life has changed since I started having to write a column every week. While the things I do day-to-day aren’t really any different, the way I see them is. If you had asked me a year ago if I thought my life was interesting enough
In elementary school, Valentine’s Day was one of my favorite holidays. I always won a prize in class for my creative and interactive Valentine’s Day boxes. I went all out: spinners, moving parts, themes, and noises. Plus, giving and getting Valentines to and from classmates
Every year, millions of people gather in their homes to witness the most exciting football event of the year: the Puppy Bowl. With pup players on the field, a rescue sloth assistant-referee, a chicken piano-player, piggie cheerleaders, and a kitty halftime show, Puppy Bowl XIV
The instructor greets me as I walk into my quilting class. I introduce myself, she smiles and shows me a sewing machine to sit at. A minute later, my partner Hunter walks into the class and introduces himself. The instructor stares at him, a 6-foot-tall
“You must be strong, like bull!” Nickolay yells at me in a strong Russian accent as my pace declines and sweat drips from my face. I don’t know what he wants me to change so I just keep doing what I know: parry, reposte, parry,