"Not everyone can be a farmer," said 57-year-old Kentucky farmer John Bowman. "It takes a special breed."
“As long as there has been Ghana, there has been fishing."
Easter in Florence, Italy, is a colorful maze of springy storefronts, fancy desserts and carts exploding in front of the Santa Maria del Fiore.
Anxiety filled my body — already drenched in sweat — as we traveled closer to our destination.
This spring break I had the opportunity to travel to Poland for a Study Abroad Program with Kent State’s Jewish Studies Program to learn more about Jewish history and culture in the country.
Film and television producer Irvin Kershner once wrote, “There’s nothing more interesting than the landscape of the human face.” I couldn’t agree more.
Until this past week, the Kent State men's basketball team hadn't won a Mid-American Conference championship since nearly a decade ago when then-coach Jim Christian led the Flashes to a 28-7 record in his final season at the helm of the program.
Two months ago, bags packed and camera batteries charged, I walked onto a plane in Baltimore and off of a plane in Florence, Italy. Since then, I have learned a lot about myself, a lot about photography and very little Italian.
Let's face the reality of our circumstances as residents of planet Earth. The concept of seasons is dead. There's only weather now, and it is decided on a day-by-day, need-to-know basis.
It’s hard to go two minutes without hearing greetings such as “Beau money!” and “Yo Beau!” accompanied by handshakes, high-fives and fist bumps when walking within earshot of Kyler “Beau” Mathis at McCracken County High School.