On a dark, moonless night my father drove a rented truck along the unpaved dirt roads at the base of the San Jacinto Mountains. My car sickness was exacerbated by my rapid heart rate as he told the story of the Cucuí—a monster I whole-heartedly believed lurked on these lands.
Meditation techniques have been booming all over the United States and abroad since before any self-help books were written.
Each generation is marked by some momentous, and significant piece of history, usually an event that happened during their college years. There is something about being in school during a time that turns our world on its head. The baby boomer generation owns the Vietnam War, generation X is marked by 9/11, and my generation […]
When I interviewed Jonathan Reed, University of La Verne provost, I found that if he were stranded on a deserted island and limited to bring just three items, he would bring anything by Led Zeppelin, Kurt Vonnegut and the film “Lawrence of Arabia.”
When you are a journalist, every word counts.
Before now, it wasn’t my lifelong dream to become a journalist. As a kid, I didn’t stay up past my bedtime to watch the newscast at night. I never read newspapers. I didn’t care for current events. I didn’t even know what a lede was until my freshman year of college.
I’ve always been a curious person who is obsessed with knowing stories and having knowledge on really anything—from practical information to meaningless trivia.
Books have always been my escape from reality. For me, they were always the cheapest form of travel and a valuable form of education.