Author: WKUJournalism

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. You’re going to hurt Momma’s feelings, I thought. Just eat it. I kicked his foot under...

By Lindsay Whittington I’m in Sarah’s living room with a group of people I know–all good friends, I might add–but all I can think about is the chili. It is at the center of my consciousness. Fear of it is gripping my mind and...

By Jacob Dick It was an average looking CD case, like any other my dad left behind. I had pulled it from the shelf by chance as I was searching for something to listen to. I never expected to be holding a portrait of an...

By Shantel-Ann Pettway With my 10-year-old hands attached to the side of the grocery cart that my god-mother pushed, I suppressed the urge I had to pick up items that weren’t on the grocery list. I loved going to the grocery...