I didn’t walk into Creative Nonfiction at the start of sophomore year expecting to hate the class, but I didn’t expect to love it either....

I never thought I would be a poet. When I was beginning my full immersion into writing, and dedicating myself to the craft, I had already...

It’s more than a little painful to read my old work, and by old, I mean both the stuff I wrote four years ago and what I wrote four days...