A Game of Cat and Mouse
The white mouse turns a corner and slides on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. The grey-striped cat follows closely behind, its claws clattering as it chases the quick blur of white.
The white mouse turns a corner and slides on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. The grey-striped cat follows closely behind, its claws clattering as it chases the quick blur of white.
In the blustery cold of today’s noonday sun, I stand holding a sign amongst a group of people with similar signs.
What has happened to us?
In the last couple of years, our government has changed, and not in a good way. This is the second term of Donald Trump, and it may be the last term for a president, ever.
As you reach the end of the hallway, you notice someone behind you. They have their hands full, and they appear to be in a good mood. They are six feet away, and there is no one following them.
Money makes the world go round. You may have heard this expression in songs, speeches, and even tweets, but have you ever thought to wonder how exactly money makes the world go round?
Most of my family lives in Connecticut, and some live only fifteen minutes away from the ocean in Rhode Island. My aunt continues to hype up the beauty of the sight of the ocean.
Have you ever heard of Mallory Swanson? Mallory Swanson is a famous womens soccer player. She has been playing soccer since she was 4 years old. She started thanks to the help of her older sister, who she was inspired by.
I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.
It’s loud and rumbling, as if seething with unrestrained anger. Like a thunderstorm trapped beneath the surface of the water, desperate to break free.
I was born in a city. Not a real city, just one of those urban approximations which flicker across the map for a minute, briefly important, and then fade. My city was ‘briefly important’ for its steel. We were one of th
I like the pace of time. I think that life tends to move on on just the right cadence, and if I had a Time Machine I would use it to lock time at its current pace.
The erosion of rights towards marginalized groups feels like a personal attack on the values of equality, fairness, and justice that have importance to me.