I am a slave to the seconds, minutes and hours that dictate my day. These numbers strapped to my wrist or light up on my phone tell me ...
My senses are reborn when I leave the house without it. I see the wind in the trees, the freckled faces passing by and you pretending not to ...
Alright, I’m going to sit down and meditate. *silence* I wonder if the grades have been posted from the exam yet. I probably got a C. Maybe a ...
When you conjure up thoughts of the Gator Nation and the beloved alumni of UF, glamorous images of Erin Andrews, Stephen Stills and Tim Tebow are bound to ...
It’s one in the morning and you’re stressing. You’re staring at the clock, as if somehow the hands will leap off of the numbers and magically help you ...