Commentary by Natalie Eastwood
Articles
Life from a gnat’s eye: Forward but not forgotten
Multiple people have told me that “college is the best time of my life.” Usually, I think that maybe these people were going to school to party or maybe they were so smart that all they simply had to do was show up on test day.
Life From a Gnat’s eye: Nothing beats that “Ship Smell”
If near-graduates are worried about miss- ing Shippensburg, the one thing that won’t keep them here is the classic “Ship smell” that wafts into open windows on breezy spring days. I woke up the other night to the intense smell of poop.
Life from a gnat’s eye: Ladybug infiltration
“Did you send me a fun package to get me through the rest of the semester,” my sister Jillian asked over the phone. “Um, no.
Life from a gnat’s eye: Nature’s canvas
I went camping this weekend and stepped into coloring pages, where trees outlined in gray had yet to find their color.
Life from a gnat’s eye: Eastwood dinner table talk
There are few words that have more definitions than family. I realize this every time we invite a guest over for dinner.
Life from a gnat’s eye: one size fits all
When I saw this season’s swimsuits in the store, I dashed to the fringe-lined tops and bottoms in bright geometric patterns dangling from the racks.
Commentary: Life from a gnat’s eye: Stranger in the city
Sometimes, the greatest discoveries are found in the most unexpected places — your home town, the restaurant you walk by daily, that run-down shack with the broken window.
Life from a gnat’s eye: Time to talk, time to listen
Shhh, just listen. If there is one thing people do not do enough, it is listen to one another. I attended Jubilee, a Christian conference, for the first time.
Life from a gnat’s eye: Gassy girl gets real, again.
I have a reoccurring problem, and by problem, I mean that around 7 p.m. every night I fart so badly and so silently that I create an unsuspecting toxic cloud with a radius of about 20 feet.
Life from a gnat’s eye
“I have a confession,” I told my boyfriend of not-yet a month. We were sitting in Knutes, hashing out a game of Bananagrams.
