For weeks, I have been trying to develop an alliterative trifecta for my TOQs, adding a third J to accompany my pieces on Jersey Mike’s and Jimmy Carter, and I finally found it: Jack from “Lost.” If you have known …
The other day in dance class, I stopped dancing and laid on the floor. My peers continued to swirl around me, and my professor stood watchful in the corner. But I stayed there on the floor, unmoving, allowing the curve …
Last year around this time, I was waking up at 5:45 a.m. for bi-weekly morning lifts, driving 20 minutes to the Schiller Coastal Studies Center for three hour-plus long practices and traveling almost every weekend in the fall.
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 …