Another Scranton October, another Halloween weekend. Just like another La Festa and another Family Weekend and another…you get the idea. I make my way to classes and internship advising meetings. Down to the little campus I spent the past four years calling home. The campus where once I was known by many. Now known by…

I thought it was my time. I had accepted death. I waited with abated breath As my faculties faded, Cracked by the sun, Forsaken below the barren sky. Five days had slid by In this summer desert heat. I had hiked dozens of miles, Summitted several mountains, And stitched together abandoned trails, Never failing until…

I’ve been told years ago to wear gloves when I work out. That callouses on my hands ill befit a woman. But when these gloves made my hands slip and nearly drop the weights on myself, I took them off. The metal dug into my skin, but the pain made me stronger. Ironically, I was…