by Jordan Griffing I had a wonderful childhood, but when I look back on it, I don’t always think of the family trips or the great adventures or the wonderful people who surrounded me. What I remember are the hospitals and doctors’ offices, the television shows and movies I watched when I couldn’t play outside, and the games my mom and I would make up to pass the time. I still vividly remember the day my mom came to pick…
by Katya de Becerra My earliest childhood memories are of bookshelves. Growing up, I was the type of girl who could often be seen with her nose buried deep inside a book. As far as my early reading preferences went, I was voracious: reading The Martian Chronicles during breakfast, then skimming through some school-assigned Russian classic at lunch, before at last disappearing into one of Tove Jansson’s Moomin stories in the evening. Back then, I didn’t categorize books as being…
by Genevieve Lowles I don’t remember the first time I waded into a mosh pit, but I don’t think it went very well. I have vague memories of my first rock concert in 2004, tentatively throwing up the horns and jumping up and down. It was The Darkness’ UK tour, and my mum had dropped me off outside the venue while she went to the cinema next door to watch the second Bridget Jones film and wait to pick me up….
by The Refresh Editors We had a reluctant spring here in the Northeastern US. Rain and even snow tested the patience of our delicate spring flowers and we doubted the season would ever arrive. But temperatures finally rose, cherry blossoms bloomed and (most of the time) we’re enjoying the kind of weather that makes us want to crack open a window or sit under a tree while reading a good book. Luckily for us (and for you!), writers at The Refresh…
By: Lauren Jonik Music has always been one of my passions. When I began my writing career in earnest, it made sense that I gravitated to music journalism. Through a string of coincidental occurrences, I found myself first writing music-related features for a Los Angeles-based publication and then, heading their local music section. The catch? I didn’t live in LA. In fact, I hadn’t even been there yet. But, in the mid-1990s, I had developed a strong longing to live…