“You will be bored of him in two years, and we will be interesting forever.” Jo March pleads with her sister Meg to stay in “Little Women,” Greta Gerwig’s 2019 take on the classic novel, which remains near the forefront …
Totality. In the small town of Houlton, Maine, we watched with thousands of others as the moon ate away at the sun. It was just as the pamphlets they’d been handing out for the event said: The temperature changed, the …
I love the sound of cassette tapes. I won’t pretend that I am extraordinarily unique—I definitely got into them because it was the trendy new thing, totally retro to walk around high school with a Walkman, listening to Queen on …
I like how quiet it gets. It is lonely, but being on campus during Thanksgiving break can still feel like a nice break away from regular Bowdoin life. I have never gone back home for Thanksgiving during my time at …
In the weeks after seeing “Past Lives,” I waited for some kind of overwhelming emotion to strike down on me to feel shattered by some inescapable sadness. This exercise of predicting my own emotions was foolish. Emotion recedes, it hammers …
I feel like I’ve been having some real difficulties in saying goodbye to people in the past couple months. There’s a heftiness, a profound weight to goodbyes, that I haven’t really felt before. Nothing permanent, but these goodbyes are the …
I find it difficult to remember my childhood self. I remember certain sensations, certain small stories. I remember running and falling in my first elementary school’s soccer field by myself. I imagine the grass is incredibly green and the sky …
“Can you help me burn something in the backyard?” “…Yes.” Kayla (Elsie Fisher) and her father Mark (Josh Hamilton) sit in lawn chairs before a campfire. Kayla sets a time capsule with the fire, …
My family owns a small Mexican bakery and restaurant and has run the place since 2008. It was a consolation after scrambling from the recession, a way to build back up—home lost, business bought. Growing up there I met a …
Before I started writing this, I rewatched the ending of “Aftersun.” I’m shocked it was only five minutes that made me smile (again) and laugh at the brilliance of the artistry, of the command …