Changing How We See Ourselves

By Amari D. Pollard When nostalgia hits I have this habit of looking through old family photos. So the other day when I found myself drowning in it, I started looking through a pile of pictures I keep on my desk and came across one where I was wearing this awful blue terry top hat…

It’s A Good Life

By Amari D. Pollard Have you ever thought of how random life is? Not what happens during it, but how random life itself is. There was once a time when you didn’t exist, when you were nothing. When time kept moving and the seasons kept changing, but you weren’t here to experience it. And then…

Oh, Hanna Strong—Why?

By Amari D. Pollard Have you ever tried Googling yourself? Of course you have, you’re human. Usually when you search for yourself on Google the things that pop up are related to your work, or the sports you played in high school or college, sometimes even your address [which is extremely frightening]. But for the…

Mental Illness

It is unfortunate that it takes an event like Robin Williams’ death for people to remember that depression and all mental illnesses are serious issues plaguing many people, not just in the United States but all over the world. When high profile people like Robin Williams die under such circumstances people take notice, but it…

No Quitters Allowed

I’m not really one for gyms. The idea of being surrounded by a bunch of people as I sweat over a pair of dumbbells is not really on my to-do list, especially when there are very attractive guys around. It may also be the fact that I have a tendency to jump off the treadmill…

My Beloved

I wrote this when I was sixteen and I thought I’d share it. But before you read this make sure to read “My Life With Lacrosse.” This will make more sense. Here it is: MY BELOVED It’s ancient, crusty, steep, but that’s what makes the field spectacular. Looking up at the winter sky I think…

My Life With Lacrosse

Before you enter college, everyone tells you how fun it’ll be—the boys (apparently they’re much cuter in college, which I have since learned is a lie), the parties (apparently there is a lot more booze and drugs, which I have since learned is true), and no parents (unless you live twenty minutes from home like…

Pretty Hurts

By Amari D. Pollard The other day, as I was mindlessly “erasing” my flaws under the bristles of a foundation covered brush and painting soft colors of red onto the brown of my cheeks, not once questioning the reason as to why I felt the need to hide myself. Smiling at the improved contours of…

My love-hate relationship with running

By Amari D. Pollard Today I went for a run—I hated it. Well, not every minute, but for the most part I hated the overall experience. Running and myself have had a rocky relationship throughout the years, especially during my off-season of lacrosse when I don’t have coaches to constantly force me to run sprints.