By Monica Arkin, Staff Writer I remember standing on top of a hill, unable to get any oxygen into my lungs. I dropped my metal water bottle onto the ground and hit my friend to get her attention. I remember...

By Lauren Wyman, Staff Writer In the back yards of many Beachwood residents, a newcomer has recently arrived. This “new neighbor” of sorts likes flowers, gobbles down food, speaks in an obnoxious...

By Scott Remer, Staff Writer It started out as an offhand comment. One of my friends has always teased me. One day at lunch, she said something to the effect of, “You talk so much. I bet you couldn’t...