In April I went to visit my dad in the hospital, I had expected it to be like the other two times, I was shocked to find out that two days prior to that day would be the last time he would see me for months, maybe even years. The following night my mom stayed at the hospital and I was left home alone with my fifteen-year-old brother who was filled with nothing but questions, none of which I had...

Growing up in Ozaukee County one would assume that my life lacks any sort of diversity, but what people don’t see is that despite being raised in a very uniform society my life has been touched by some rather unexpected influences. My mom is an occupational therapist, she has dedicated her life to helping those students that struggle with everyday tasks. When I was younger, one of her students used to come over for help in the summer. I...