Last year Alex Ashoff met Zach Miller for the first time. Miller lay comatose on the hospital bed, his eyes open and glassy, unable to register Ashoff’s presence. While Ashoff was unable to communicate to Miller and tell him what an inspiration he has been to him, he hopes that…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
TSD’s Parthena Moisiadis recently visited the Greek island of Thassos. The northernmost island in Greece, located in the Agean Sea, Thassos is known for its antiquity and for its beaches. The pebble encrusted beaches of Thassos, Greece were once cluttered with lounging Greeks holding thin cigarettes in one hand and…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
Eric Fraser, Sr. sat in front of the video camera with impeccable posture. His tan work-boots were planted firmly on the thin carpet, his heavy arms rested gently in his lap. Much like his stance, his words exuded confidence. Prompted by a voice behind the camera, Fraser told his online…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
After my first day away at college, my father called to ask me what I ate. Yes, his primary concern was whether I had eaten. Raised in a Greek-American household, I learned about the importance of food at a young age. “If you finish all the food on your plate,…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
Sporting water shoes and baseball caps, nearly a dozen Wilmington Friends students gathered on the rocky shore of the Brandywine River this past Saturday morning and released shad fry into the water. Many years ago, the small fish sustained George Washington’s troops, serving as a plentiful food source, but over…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
Over the past few months, students from nine local high schools have worked tirelessly to plan the 4th annual Race for a Better Delaware on Sunday, May 27th. The Wilmington Riverfront 5K typically attracts some 500 runners and walkers – several families with children look forward to the moon bounce…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
I peered through the paned window, waving to Ms. Janet as she buzzed me in. Ms. Janet greeted me with kind eyes, a well-worn smile, and the enthusiasm of a child. “How are you?” she asked, with an immeasurable amount of energy. Just down the hall, I was met with…
By: Parthena Moisaidis
Exactly one year ago I paraded around the halls of my high school in a traditional yet disruptive fashion, tossing candy before door-ways of crowded underclassmen and banging a deep aluminum pan with a plastic ladle. Our thunderously loud senior class wove through every hallway in the school. We flung…
By: Parthena Moisaidis