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By Ashley Camano | April 17, 2014The first piece of journalism I ever wrote was my own obituary.
The first piece of journalism I ever wrote was my own obituary.
On my first Halloween, my mom dressed me up as a cheerleader.
I’ve bought into the ideology that those 1,460 days—those four years of college we’re so lucky to have—are the best four years of our lives.
They do—but it’s probably not the pants.
Three seconds and we’re done. One hundred and forty characters, and we’re done. A few more years, a few less print news organizations, and we’re done.
If you watched the NFC Championship game on Sunday night between the Seattle Seahawks and the San Francisco 49ers, I hope you kept it on long enough to hear the most talked about sports interview...
Sauntering down the slate paths across the Quad, you see an acquaintance heading your way.
We were women at work that evening, not girls playing sports. Women unafraid to get hit. Women proud to hit someone and hit them hard. We were Blue Devils that night, blue collars out. And we...
Duke has a culture overflowing with bountiful intellect and contagious influence.
We were finishing our pregame warm-up last week before our match at the University of Virginia when one of my teammates’ parents arrived at the turf.