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Total Number of Articles: 181
First Article on this Page: October 31, 2025
Latest Article on this Page: February 13, 2026
We sat on the floor sandwiched between the TV and a dilapidated pile of furniture in a Coleman basement dorm on Sunday evening, my phone lying flat between Tess Artzer ’29 and I with my liked Bad Bunny songs open …
I only met you twice in my life. Once, at the age of four, during a wedding in the village. I don’t remember much about that trip. It was my first time outside the United States and the tri-state area. …
Among the long list of my mostly unachievable 2026 New Year’s resolutions was to be present. I wrote this in hopes that I would not only stop worrying so much about the future but also be more appreciative of my …
When I was in late elementary school at the height of the early 2010s, I was absolutely obsessed with Minecraft, the explosive game, literally and figuratively, that allows users to create their own worlds using blocks of different materials. More …
“I blink my eyes, and I am 50.”
At one point, when I was young, I thought something similar: “One day I shall be in college, all alone, without my mother nor my home.”
This shortness of span that one …
Roused by a gentle alarm, I drag my weary body out of bed, nab a few poetry collections off my bookshelf (Ada Limón and Ross Gay are in heavy rotation) and scramble down the Coles Tower stairwell to the WBOR …
For those seeking a compassionate confidant, there is nothing more tempting than the blank pages of a diary. Diaries are the sacred secret holders and imaginary sympathetics of our childhood, the commiserator that remained when we felt more inclined to …
Apparently, in every Hallmark Christmas movie, the conflict happens exactly one hour and 35 minutes in and resolves itself in the final 25 minutes. In the final 25 minutes, the corporate businesswoman will save a dying small business and find …
I am mildly obsessed with my Google Calendar. The tab on my computer feels almost like a baby I take care of, filling its bottle with my daily activities and coddling it through constant rearrangement, ultimately building some future. Yet, …
At my high school, homeroom was in the middle of the day. After two blocks of 85-minute classes, 20 something or other teenagers and I would come together for seven minutes in Room 302—a health classroom, with the CPR dummies …
