Category Archive: The Young Artists and Writers Festival

Writing Festival Experience: Creative Nonfiction

By: Claire Mckenna My experience this year at the Writers’ and Artists’ festival was very fun and different from my experience sophomore year. This year I worked with David Giffels in the Creative… Continue reading

Reflection on The Young Writers & Artists Festival: Alexandra Fuller

by Alexis Chauvette Alexandra Fuller changed my life. I have never met a person as cool and in–tune with her soul. Starting with a twenty–minute meditation (which is actually very difficult), she challenged us… Continue reading

My Friend Jamaal

By: Cartier Pitts Many Freshmen may remember seeing this twenty-something, tall, black man walking the halls of Hathaway Brown this past fall during the Young Writers and Artists Festival. I am certain that… Continue reading

A Non-Artist Walks Inside An Art Room

By: Maaryah Malik In an art room, paint brushes will have been used countless of times by eager hands itching to put work on a page.  Once used, the paint brushes will start… Continue reading

Trash Can

By: Sue Roy I sit just a few feet from the corner- I really don’t want to be more secluded than I already am. I’m a robot-like figure, easily taken apart. I am… Continue reading

My Mother’s Shoes

By: Kacey Gill I’d never noticed her shoes before. They were black patent leather – or at least they used to be patent leather. After all the years of use, they had become… Continue reading


By: McKenna Ritter The dark metal hooks stretch like ivy from a mahogany base. The lower hook forms a “G” with its counterpart the hidden signature of the carpenter, possibly named George or… Continue reading

My Mom’s Shoes  

By: Sue Roy There are almost like Keds, Size 8.5, Just like my sister and I, Practical, sneaker-like, flat. My mom is like that, Practical and always thinking, Always moving, always loving. Her… Continue reading

A Fuller Life: How Alexandra Helped Me Break Out of Prison

By: Aarathi Sahadevan October 31st was a wet and gray day, making it ideal for those warm, deep discussions and connections that we all hoped for at this year’s writer’s festival. Equipped with… Continue reading

Improving the Blank Page

By: Addie Klimek   Italian greyhound lived off from a chaise, Beating a smooth courboullion for the right windpipe and clearing the sillabub of the world council of churches   When I walked… Continue reading