By Kae Holloway
The clock ticked to 3 p.m. on a cool Saturday afternoon. Bradley Moore’s room door in his grandparents’ basement remained shut, a sign that he was still sleeping despite the late hour. It isn’t until closer to dinner time that he emerges, saying little between bites until he retreats back to his room where he’ll spend the rest of the evening playing video games.
By Austin Rutland
Mylan Larsen, sporting a black “Deaf and Loud” t-shirt, darted his eyes back and forth between the Applebee’s waiter and his friend, Rebekah Thompson, as he tried to keep up with Thompson’s sign language interpretation of what the waiter was saying. Eventually he gave up, looking down at his plate and swirling a burnt French fry in a puddle of ketchup.
By Lindsay Whittington
Standing in front of his pulpit on Sunday, July 1, 2012, Pastor R.B. Adamson of Victory Baptist Church reminded his congregation that people said their church would never make it.
By Eric Zimmer
It’s about six in the evening, and a group of high school freshmen were at a Chipotle close to school after band practice. They’re clustered together, noses buried in their phones as they go back and forth about the new apps they’ve discovered.
By Giorgi Meyer
Recent years have experienced a rise of a new culinary trend, the gastro pubs.
By Austin Rutland
I watched my 10-year-old brother as he stared at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that sat on a cracked beige plate.
