It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, my second annual birthday DeJamz (cue the applause). As I write this, I look over at my DeJamz from last year hanging on my wall, and naturally I’m filled...

There simply aren’t enough words in the English language to describe a girl's 22nd birthday. Although we are still incredibly young, it feels like a finale of sorts. It’s the last birthday in college...

I’m sure this is a DeJamz that has been told in one way or another before. In writing this, I’m drawing inspiration from a former DePaulia editor — who happens to be the voice in my head telling...