It’s nearing the end of September, and in my house, that means it’s nearing the end of ongoing birthday celebrations for my parents, John and Darlene Anthony. There’s only so many gardening tools I can …

In 2008, the day after Barack Obama won the presidential race, my aunt handed 8-year-old me a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Filling the front page was an image of the president-elect with the headlines …

Driving up North Sheridan Road, I witnessed a sight I hadn’t seen in over a year: Loyola students traveling in packs, flooding in and out of residence halls and student centers.  I’ve been away from …

During a last-minute college visit to Loyola in 2018, I grabbed a copy of The Phoenix off the rack sitting in Baumhart Hall. I flipped through the pages and thought, ‘this is something I want …

This week is my last publication and the end of the road for my tenure at The Phoenix, 151 bylines later. I’ll be honest — it’s been a tough year to be a student and arguably …

Last Friday, I got a phone call I’d been waiting on for months — well actually, years. Admissions at Northwestern Medill School of Journalism’s graduate school called to let me know I’d been accepted into …

This week, my grandparents both turn 88 – representing 176 years of life between the two of them. My Grammie, Norma Hamm, turned 88 Feb. 16 and my Papa, Jerry Hamm, turns 88 Feb. 18. It’s …

As journalists, we have the opportunity to see the world through the lens of a storyteller. I’m a firm believer that everyone has some sort of story — as reporters, it’s our job to find …