As young vibrant college students, we don’t usually think about death on a regular basis as anything more than an abstract concept. For the most part we aren’t writing wills, choosing caskets or thinking...

A lot of horrible things happened to me these past couple weeks. On April 29 at night, my mother's birthday, I got a call from my father--a call I've been dreading since the beginning of the Spring...

On the Tuesday of Thanksgiving break, I received some heartbreaking news. My grandmother had suffered a massive stroke and was being flown from her sleepy Arkansas home to Memphis for treatment. My...

I was not Byron Edingburg’s best friend, nor was I his favored companion. I was more like his frequent associate my sophomore year. I had seen him around on campus passing by, heading towards Old...