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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Non-Fiction

Elaina Abbott ~ Personal Memoir

I was a senior in high school when I met some incredible people that I never would imagine I would ever meet. I met some people who are very different than me; people who live out in the middle of... Continue Reading →

Ashland: The Loss of Innocence

By Jo Hackett Honestly and regrettably, a hand connects to a boy’s face. No, two boys. They were reprimanded for God knows what. The hand, becoming more and more confident in its capabilities for violence, perhaps discipline, perhaps authority, connects... Continue Reading →

Something About Feeling Loved And Feeling Like A Failure

By Clair Prins I went to Detroit a couple summers back with my church youth group on a mission trip. Oneafternoon, I was hanging out with some other girls in our shared sleeping area and doing hennatattoos. We ended up... Continue Reading →

Hannah Mihut’s Mini Autobiographic

Lorenza Valla

By Everett Harbaugh Lorenzo Valla. Not exactly a household name, but relatively well known in certain circles. He’s most known for his work titled Treatise on the Donation of Constantine, a scathing criticism of The Donation of Constantine. This work... Continue Reading →

My Snowy Escape

By Michelle Moraitis Featured from a Literary Genres, Graphic Memoir class, FA'20.

Right or Easy

By Alayna Wort In Nadine Gordimer’s book, “A Burger’s Daughter” the reader follows the story of a girl growing up in apartheid South Africa, discovering who she is apart from her family. This journey of discovery is necessary because she... Continue Reading →

An Unlikely Gift

By Brianne Larson Seven weeks ago I was waking up at 6 am, pulling my tired, yet excited body out of bed and pouring a massive cup of coffee into a to-go mug that would be chugged during my 15-minute... Continue Reading →

On Being “Sick”

By Mads Gonzales Sickness can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some might see it as a cough or vomit in a bowl, or some would venture to describe it as broken bones or... Continue Reading →

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