Letter from the Editor

A ghost in front of a blue background

Art by Kirsten Hemrich

Let's talk about spirit. In 1991, Nirvana reminded us that it “Smells like Teen Spirit” and since then things have never been the same. Actually, I’m not really sure if that song changed how society viewed spirit, especially because the song wasn’t particularly spirited, just really angsty, but nevertheless, still a bop. But let’s get back to spirit. Spirits, spirituality, team spirit, the spirit of who we once were and the spirit of who we hope to be. October is an incredibly haunting month.

Step Aside Ladies, It's Time for the Male Event

Basketball surrounded by a purple glitter backdrop

Art by Kirsten Hemrich

In an old gym with wooden bleachers, a high school girls varsity basketball team plays their heart out in a game against a longtime rival. The bleachers are half empty, but the fans and parents fill the echoing room with enough enthusiastic cries that the space feels full. This game is important to the girls in a way that only athletes can understand.

Tales of a Hypochondriac

Tombstone with the letters "RIP"  in front of a yellow background

Art by Kirsten Hemrich

The hypochondria comes at night. Always at night.           

She slithers in through the window along with the breeze. The air that was once fresh becomes rancid and noxious. Fumes of anxiety and self-doubt twist and hang in the air. “You should Google your symptoms,” she whispers, her voice soft and soothing. “It will help.” She strokes my arm lovingly and curls against my chest.

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Letter From the Editor