During her 137th day of social distancing, recent high school graduate Bailey Stover wrote letters to friends and cleaned the crafts room with her mom.
Talking about how my life has changed becomes increasingly difficult when I struggle to recall the sequence of my youth. The only consistent memory my Swiss cheese brain has kept safe from time’s thieving grasp has been the Sunday mornings I spent with my grandpa in his house, which hasn’t changed since I was born.
Like nearly every other child, I had a comfort object. His name was Dear Deer. I got him when I was three years old, and he became my best friend. I slept with him every night, took him on every family...
F[dropcap style="flat"]F[/dropcap]inished are the days when learning comprised of grasping onto the concept of letters and numbers — the characters of the universe that intermingled to create words,...
Halloween has always been much more than just another holiday. Every Oct. 31, the memories come back of the smell of brisk chilly air and the crunch of leaves underneath my shoes as I walked from house...
As a winter full of bleak, colorless days gives way to the mild and sunny days of a Missouri spring, it seems as though all of Columbia comes to life. Now is the time to stow away those bulky winter jackets...
Growing up, I always had an uncanny ability for imaginary games. I had an entire collection of Barbies, but I hardly touched them; they were too simple. If I played with the Barbies, I wanted to be the...
On Tuesday, Jan. 31, "Sesame Street Live: Elmo Makes Music" came to Columbia to put on a show. Although the characters and stories are usually geared toward children, that didn't keep high school students...