Barbarossa By Matthew Woodrow When I was younger, I really liked cars. I even had a bed frame that looked like a racecar. Preparing for the day, I would get to drive at high speeds, I would race around the house pell-mell, never looking where I was going. Being the awkward, gangly boy I was, I often ran into things. My mom would yell at me, ... [Read More…]

It had been a long week. My sophomore year I had been working eight-hour shifts the entire week leading up to Christmas as a checker at the United Supermarket back home in Lubbock. For hours I would check out lines of customers, usually several people long, that stretched well into the aisles. The stress level of the customers grew as we all ... [Read More…]

I was nervous. I was anxious. Questions of success and failure loomed in my head and even caused a few tears here and there. Yes, I may have just been six years old, but these were real concerns in tumultuous times. Yet when the day came, I donned my new red and blue plaid jumper, took one last look at my mom and dad, sighed a deep breath of ... [Read More…]