By Sophie Chen

Often, the winners are in disbelief. They check again and again, call the Lottery headquarters, and tell their friends. It might be a rollercoaster of emotions; in the morning they’re thrilled, and by the time it’s on the news, they lock all the doors, fearing that someone will try and kidnap their kids. 

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By Vasti Cruz 

Children of Hispanic heritage constitute 42% of Whitford’s student population, which is astronomically high compared to the state average of 22% (“Whitford Middle”). Supporting these students is paramount to not only the kids themselves, but to the greater community.

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By Audrey Gingras

On September 2, 2017, the massive Eagle Creek fire started, burning “more than 48,000 acres in the scenic Columbia River Gorge and Mt. Hood National Forest” along with “121 miles of national forest trails” (Cowley). It all started when one teenager hurled fireworks into a canyon near one of Oregon’s most breathtaking hiking trails during a burn ban, sparking the wildfire that raged through the Columbia River Gorge for months before containment; areas still smoldered into May of 2018 (Eltagouri).

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by Emily Ford

The 6:00 am breeze encourages an early start in Siem Reap, and as I am pulled into the busy Psar Chaa, the old market adjacent to our hotel, the alleys provide a glimpse of the day’s activities.  Read More »

by Audrey Meschter

In the polished linoleum hallways of an American shopping mall, a man sits at an empty food court table, practically invisible to the passing crowds of bag-toting shoppers. He is in his mid-twenties, well-dressed and relatively handsome, the epitome of mediocrity, and passable in every sense of the word. Yet as he sips from his styrofoam cup, his eyes dart across the crowds searching for vulnerability and hesitance, a lack of confidence, or an aura of insecurity. Read More »

by Sherry Zhao

I saw blood coming out from the 3-inch-wound on the bird’s neck: first dripping slowly, and then bursting out of the cut, running down the wooden pole like a twisted snake. Read More »

by Ella Menashe

May 26, 1928, was a day like no other. The sky was a cloudless blue, the sun was shining brightly, and birds sang cheerfully as families arose to greet the pristine Saturday morning. Read More »

by Sarah Seabright

I was fourteen years old when Wildfang first came across my radar. I vividly remember walking up to the store with my mother, wearing my usual light-wash jeans, a too-big graphic t-shirt, and an oversized sweatshirt. Read More »