In my many years of writing for various publications across Oklahoma City, I have received almost every kind of death threat one possibly can. While they usually elicit laughter more than anything...

By my sophomore semester at the Classen School of Advanced Studies, I had begun to make a name for myself locally with the publication of my self-produced magazine – Damaged. It had raised such a...

This past weekend, a whole history of Indigenous oppression was in my face when I visited Rush Springs for their annual Watermelon Festival. Their high school’s mascot is the Redskins, a term that...

As the Oklahoma summer sun continues to boil and bake our hottest of days away, when I was walking in it recently—not heel to toe, mind you—every skin-searing beam took me back to the summer of...

If you consider high school to have been the greatest years of your life, it can usually be assumed that you either peaked in the 11th grade or are currently on meth. High school sucks. Especially...