Miami at home: A socially distant birthday
You only turn 56 once, but my dad turning 56 during a pandemic is something that is truly once in a lifetime.
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You only turn 56 once, but my dad turning 56 during a pandemic is something that is truly once in a lifetime.
I know what you’re thinking.
Jenna Calderón:
Some stories delve deeply into the lives of their subjects. Others seek to capture the human condition in just a few words. Modeled after journalist Brady Dennis’ 300 word stories that explore the unfiltered intimacy of the everyday, these pieces offer a glimpse into the untold experiences of college life.
Ohio bars and restaurants have closed their doors indefinitely.
Imagine a silent, patient audience, partially comprised of students required to attend an event for a class and partially of eager LGBTQ+ community members ready to “get their life.” Now imagine that silence interrupted by three powerful words sung by Teyana Taylor.
I love Doja Cat. A lot. I find myself not wanting to listen to anything else at any given time.
“I promise you I didn’t do this on purpose.”
Being an outsider to sports, I always latch onto the smallest details that manage to grab my interest and obsess over them.
On the third floor of Miami University’s Shriver Center, tucked into a corner office, is the Miller Center for Student Disability Services (SDS). The space is decorated with art from local disabled artists and soft, flowing music fills the room.
It seems that lately, news of another celebrity tragically passing away is always trending on social media, leaving the world continuously heartbroken. People post tributes on their Twitter and Instagram accounts, but you’ll be hard pressed to find an explanation in any of the captions as to what really makes us want to pay tribute in the first place.
Audience members reached for their pockets to make sure their phones were on silent as the sounds of violins being tuned filled the auditorium. Soon the sharp notes were joined by various woodwind instruments, prompting audience members to lower their voices and quiet side conversations.
When you think about police officers portrayed in television and film, how many of them have facial hair?
As the leaves swirled down from the trees outside of Armstrong on Friday, Nov. 15, Miami’s Muslim Students’ Association (MSA) swirled ornate designs onto the arms of students who stopped at their booth.
This column is pulled from a conversation with two of our reporters who discussed their experiences growing up as gay men.
It’s no secret that the music industry is notoriously sexist.
As I nervously rang the doorbell, I stopped to check what I was wearing. Is this cool enough for a french toast brunch? Am I cool enough for a french toast brunch? This is so adult.
The satisfying sound of crunching leaves beneath shoes, the sight of warm pumpkin spice lattes clutched in hands everywhere and the scents of apple and cool, crisp air littered the senses on Saturday, Oct. 5 at the 55th Apple Butter Festival.
Murmurs of conversation in the Shade Family Room are silenced by the lights cutting out completely, followed by a blue light slowly emulating from beneath the stage.
We need more all female collaborations in pop music. Do we really need to say it? We’ll say it as much as we need to.