By Ash Alexander

The beginning of a new era through the lens of acceptance of oneself while struggling with understanding who you are.

By Lilianna Smith

To this day, even when I don’t utter a word to him, he supports my dreams. I don’t think I even realize the depth of my own selfishness. Am I a monster?

By Kaylie R. Klotz

Poem by Nicholas Sawyer

By Julia Catalano

In three years, when we’re at Syracuse and forced to say goodbye again, the concerts will be canceled. But we don’t know this yet.

By Alaina Triantafilledes

Perspective of voices that are commonly overlooked.

By Marissa Solomon

My Oma lives in New Hampshire sunsets.

By Giovanna Veiga

“I miss you too,” I say to an empty room. But if I reach, out I can feel the scruff lining his jaw, the dip in his chin, the crease at the tip of his nose, all my favorite parts of him.