The first time I remember missing India was when I was licking brownie batter off of a wooden spoon in my apartment in Los Angeles. I was four when I left India, but I still remember my grandmother would...

Yesterday, I walked beneath Walla Walla’s cloudless blue skies with 52 degrees of sunshine beaming down, wholeheartedly believing that spring had begun in February. I sat outside Cleveland Commons to...

Growing up in Indian culture meant growing up in a Fair and Lovely world: light skin with a body and personality that didn’t take up too much space was what you strove for. Skin bleach (like Fair and...

Sophomore Diana Issa takes pride in the elements of the Freedom Zine that her home country of Belarus inspired: its red and white cover and its bold typeface. These, however, are the same qualities...

Romp of otters. Scurry of squirrels. Loveliness of ladybugs.  I set out to explore joy after falling into a rabbit hole of researching animal group names. I read each playful name out loud to my housemates,...

“Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.”         -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   The past few weeks, Walla Walla has offered its not-so-warm...

On Oct. 15, I had the pleasure of joining a bike ride hosted by the Sustainable Living Center (SLC) with the purpose of visiting community members working on sustainable projects. One of the most important...

“Am I allowed to swear in this interview?” asked first-year Aubrey Nickle. My finger hovered over the voice memo record button.  Regardless of my answer, she continued buzzing around her room,...

It's October — time for ghosts, ghouls and spirits to capture our minds and dwell in our stories once again. For some, the spooky season is nothing more than an excuse to dress up. For others, it carries...

“I wish you always love and grief, because don’t you think that’s what drives your creative process?” — "Dialog" by Tigran Suchyan, Armenian singer-songwriter; courtesy of Marina Balasanyan In...