Last week I shared my experience training for and running a half marathon in April 2013. True or False: After running more than you’ve ever run before, your body will hurt. The answer is True. In the aftermath of that […]
“I’ve awaken early. I’ve gone to bed late. I’ve consumed gallons of water. I’ve developed blisters. I’ve spend hours icing and stretching. I’ve hobbled up and down stairs. I’ve breathed, heavy, labored, and deep. I’ve fought nausea. I’ve logged miles […]
It was lap 2 of 4, the 1600 meters, my first high school track-and-field race. I was “trotting” around the track, counting down the laps til I crossed the finish line for the last time, when I glanced down at […]
Note: I’m taking a course this semester called “Writing for the Web.” One of our assignments is to publish a weekly blog on a consistent topic. Since I already have a functioning blog, I’ve decided to use it (in all of […]
She sees herself, but is she really there? What composes who she is? Where is who she is, really? She can’t find herself in what she intakes. It never satisfies. She can’t find herself in education. It’s hollow. She can’t even […]
The following my last published piece as a writer for the Freestyle section of Lancaster Newspapers. Publication date: Sept 7, 2014. I frequently hear my generation speak of the future of news with skepticism. They claim the digital age means […]
Sometimes Lindsey cooks. And sometimes that means kebabs falling off the grill (like last week) or burnt grilled cheese (like last night). But sometimes that means a delicious, worthy of exclamations-to-the-tune-of-“success!” meal. Like tonight. Now, I’m not normally a food […]
I love the field of communications. It’s vibrant and riveting. There isn’t a college major that I’d rather be working towards. I have a conversation like this with people frequently: Inquirer: So, what is your major? Me: I’m studying communications. […]
*This piece was published in the Freestyle section of Lancaster Newspapers on Sunday, May 4, 2014. My dad drank orange juice every morning. He never liked coffee. It was my mom who drank the coffee. I would come downstairs in […]
A story in snapshots: a few weeks ago I had the immense privilege of photographing the wedding of my dear friends Kurt & Ali. The day was Friday, February 21. It was a cold winter evening with snow-covered ground (as […]