Every time I walk through the terminal at the Syracuse airport, I cry. I don’t even attempt to stop it anymore. As I pass through the sliding doors to the

To Whom It May Concern, We recently found ourselves in a now-familiar location: hopelessly stuck in an unnavigable impasse on our respective paths, unable to find a way forward. And,

This shouldn’t even be a conversation. The idea that America is here at this place and time in our planet’s history, still debating whether or not women should have autonomy

I grew up attending Catholic School in perpetually snow-covered Central New York. One Fall morning in 9th grade, we were talking in a Religious Studies class about morality, and the