Ryder Mawby

They say there are two sides to every story; I say there are two sides to every city. The New York I encountered this past January was a far cry from the New York I knew in May 2016, but there’s some beauty in that.

Allowing military recruiters access to public schools infringes upon what is supposed to be a safe environment for learning and self-discovery.

I’m the reason I can’t find love, and nothing can convince my stubborn self otherwise. My love language is self-sabotage, and it always seems to best me.

When you are conscious of someone’s last waking moments, whether it be a person or a pet, you become suffocated by the distance.

The internet was the perfect escape from my social anxiety. Omegle, an online chatroom for “meeting strangers and making new friends,” was where I lived.

Growing up in luxurious Bel Air doesn’t grant you moral superiority over someone who grew up in the middle of rural Alabama.

There is something comforting about relying on voting to fix all of our problems and pretending a broken system is functional.

Every four years come November, the dreaded election morning twilight hits and the voters arise from their suburban graves to feast.

The only reason we haven’t come to a collective solution is that those who create our legislative solutions benefit from gerrymandering.

My family sees a finance career as something that will keep me content because it’ll bring financial comfort. But I want more than comfort; I want happiness