Natalie Quach

It’s one of the most basic pillars in the temple of parenting: good mothers are those who make the effort to personally nurture their...

Times are tough for college students. Annual tuition fee increases continue at a blistering pace and pinch our wallets tighter than ever. The economy...

Casting calls are already out for the next movie in Disney’s “Pirates of the Caribbean” franchise. Aspiring actresses seeking a role in “Pirates of...

So I have a confession to make: I commute to school. Just for this year, I assure you. After being shell-shocked by the number...

Studies show that people use their Facebook profiles  to present themselves in exceedingly favorable lights. Our profile pictures portray us as the paragon of...

The world was an excruciatingly terrifying place when I was nine. Not only did I have to deal with imagined monsters under my bed,...

What are Facebook or social media sites in general? Some call them voracious, black holes in which to waste precious time; others deem them indispensable links between friends and loved ones. But in the end, they’re just Web sites, right?

I’m going to go against the grain here and say that college students are healthier than is popularly believed. Our diets? Nutritious and balanced. We eat from every part of the food pyramid — chips and fries (starches), dehydrated carrots in instant noodles (vegetables), strawberry sundae topping (fruits), and meat, meat and more meat...

History books are wrong about the Battle of the Bulge. It didn’t happen in Europe during World War II; it’s happening in our homes on the fourth Thursday of every November. As Thanksgiving draws closer this year and threatens waistlines everywhere, it would be wise of us to devise a strategy to deal with this dangerous opponent. This opponent is none other than the duplicious Thanksgiving dinner. The following are the resources and attack strategies of the Thanksgiving dinner:

I have something in common with the prime ministers, presidents and corporate tycoons of the world. Is it my gold-plated Rolls-Royce bedazzled in hulking 24-carat diamonds? My intricate knowledge of the world’s most secretive nuclear arsenals? The fact that I can call up the British prime minister for a spot o’ tea n’ crumpets? Well, I’m working on those ... but in the meantime, the closest I am to that Rolls-Royce is when I stud my Toyota with rhinestones.

When I was little, I believed that ghosts were friendly creatures with good senses of humor and a keen sense of fun. Oh, how deceiving those “Casper the Friendly Ghost” morning reruns were. Today, I honestly don’t know what to believe.