My name is Katy Coic and I would like to share my story. My story of finding out that my dad is not my biological father. As I’m sitting here (re)writing this, it’s the day after father’s day and I’ve been trying to process a plethora of emotions; guilt for wanting to know more about…
From a conscious level, I think we can all concede to the fact that we don’t choose our family. If we did, I certainly wouldn’t have selected a dad that enjoyed the fine pleasure of a Coors more than the warm embrace of my newborn body. But, in a way, the family we have provides…
A couple weeks ago, I reached out to my Instagram audience asking if any of them knew a police officer I could interview. Many of us have been doing our part to support the Black Lives Matter efforts — to first raise awareness about how widespread and embedded racism has seeped into our psyche, but…
March For The Children AudioBe aware that I’m writing this on day two of my no-food detox so I’m feeling on edge… feisty, if you will. I want a cookie so bad. Speaking of, I have a smashed Crumbl cookie sitting on my kitchen counter; despite my resistance to sugar over the last several months, I crumbled at…
I sat down with Rob Schwarz to talk with him about his life; and by sat down with him, I mean I was cross legged on a gray cushioned chair in my dining room while he enjoyed a quick vacation to Maryland, though, if he had it his way, he would’ve been in Vegas. “I’m…
If you'd rather hear my amazing voiceWith a new moon comes new beginnings, or so they say. Honestly, when I hear those two words together, all I can think about is Edward Cullen in Twilight New Moon, so I’m not sure… Plus, I think we always have the chance for a new beginning. What does…
My name is Tatum Lynn Garcia and I am 27 years old. I was born in Glendale AZ, but I’ve lived all over the Phoenix area and moved to Prescott when I was in 8th grade. I have lived in more houses than I can count; I attended three different elementary schools and two different…
I walked into Tessa's house... I'm sorry, mansion, in sweatpants and a bleach-stained Kid Rock tee; the grease clinging to every strand of my honey-brown hair didn't matter because I'd be wearing a wig. I wondered how many of the girls were doing the same - I mean only half of them are naturally blonde,…
I met Zach Jukel, or Jukes, my freshman year at ASU. I was initially struck by his confidence, and then by his continued achievements; I remember one night at Buca Di Beppo, he ate nearly his entire plate of pasta, which, if you haven’t been, is a big accomplishment, seeing as a single portion could…
"My name's Stella," I told him, trying my best to answer as if I were talking to a substitute teacher - not rude... just, blase. I assumed girls pursued him regularly wherever he went because that's what happens to anyone that's made a name for themselves, isn't it? We build a fascination with this beautiful…
When Devon and I spoke about myself writing a piece for “Coffee and a Question,” first and foremost, I was of course honored, but also, in a really good place mentally. Quarantine had served me well. Existing in a place of peace and momentum I, of course jumped at the opportunity. Let me get honest…
Isaac Chavez – In my first day of class at Prescott Family Karate, I was 12, Dustin 11… our Sensei, Rafael, decided it would be a good day to practice a live self defense exercise; the goal being to immobilize the coming attacker. He asked us to match up with someone comparable in size; I…
