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Total Number of Articles: 165
First Article on this Page: March 1, 2024
Latest Article on this Page: September 27, 2024
I’ll admit it: I was overwhelmed during my first semester at Bowdoin College. Three thousand miles away from my home in California, I was ready to sink my teeth into Maine and did everything I could to find something to …
It’s hard to mess up an egg. They’re just so versatile. You can have them boiled or fried. You can have them sunny side up on a nicely toasted piece of sourdough bread (with feta on top if you’re distinguished—like …
After spending ten weeks working in the oppressive heat and humidity of D.C., I was more than ready to go back home to New Hampshire, a place with friends, family, beaches, mountains, a “live free or die” attitude and a …
My distant Irish heritage, bestowed upon me from paternal great-grandparents I’ve never met, has left me with few connections to the Emerald Isle—namely, a love for Irish literature, fair skin that burns at the first touch of sunlight, a vaguely …
It had been three months since the lockdown was announced in Metro Manila, and suffice it to say we were all going stir-crazy. Our hands were exhausted from the trend of whipping coffee, our eyes were red from Zoom school …
January 11, 2024—I am an absolute mess. Tears slide down my face as I slowly chip away at my now-salty chicken parm sandwich. I quickly dry my eyes in my sleeve just as my mom walks into the kitchen to …
It took living in the Northeast to come to know that I’m a southerner—that is, from the American South. I grew up emphasizing my Chicagoan origins rather than my hometown in Tennessee in forgettable introductions to familiar strangers, having learned …
Over spring break, my mom handed me a letter. Sent by Ms. Clapp, my beloved high school anatomy & physiology teacher, it had languished under a mounting mountain of mail for untold weeks, maybe months. The sender’s handwriting surprised me: …
For much of the month of February, on every Monday and Wednesday from 2:50 to 4:15 p.m., I left behind the crisp air of the Maine winter for the thick, implacable fog of Charles Dickens’s “Bleak House.” The novel, which …
Not every 18-year-old can say they’ve been a guardian for a child, much less for three different children. But this past summer, on August 10th, I had one single day where I was.
I went to Camp Aloha Hive, a …
