by Maggie Swofford We watchedthe flowersfold underthe summersun—105°windchill—we lookedout my bed-room window. I baked andcaked mymakeup on bythe windowsillonly to haveit drip off. The flowervase toreoff itsstandduring aviolentstorm,and wethrew ourlaundryat eachother asnights grewdim andhot. The nextday, everyday, we’dcross ourlegs andfoldthe wrinkledfabric backinto somethingwe couldwear.
By Rebecca LeBoeuf Between classes and homework, extracurricular actives, a part-time job and a social life, college is a busy time for many students. Imagine writing and publishing a novel on top of all that. In the middle of her college career, Nicole Mello published her first novel, “Venus,” with…
by Gabbi Hall Dr. Dave Landers has always been an avid reader. “I read constantly,” he said. “I have since I was 4 years old.” It wasn’t until recently that he wrote his first book. “I Wish He’d Taught Me How to Shave,” a collection of student essays about their…