Katherine Hill poses for a photo in her garage July 6. Hill was surrounded by leg braces suspended in the air, wearing her favorite sunhat. Isaiah Wallace, DN

OPINION: My Body, NOT My Choice

When my alarm clock goes off in the morning, I am hit with a wave of emotions regarding what it means to be disabled, especially on the mornings when physical aches linger longer than others. Eventually, those complex feelings morph into one: the selfish relief of not being handicapped.




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LGBTQ+

The gender binary withholds the actuality of nonbinary identities

There’s been a crippling weight on my shoulders for as long as I can remember. It wears me down and diminishes me. It conforms and restricts me to be something I’m not. When I was younger, I learned to escape this weight by changing different parts of my identity. As a five-year-old, I told my family to call me Tom — and no longer refer to me as Trinity — because I was a “tomboy.”




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OPINION

The art of experiencing memories through music

They introduced themselves sliding into the backseat of my car, shooting me a single glance. “Cool With You” by Hers was blasting on my car's speakers. They were quiet the whole time we were at dinner but loud in our first text messages after I dropped them back off at their dorm.






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