this week
learning how to sleep [lifestyle]
by Gabrielle Yuan on April 9
My mother likes to bring up that I used to be a heavy sleeper—a good sleeper—when I was young.
life cycles [narrative]
by Nina Lidar on April 11
Learning to hate is both easy and hard. It is easy in that once felt, hatred takes close to no effort to maintain. It persists through all kinds of weather. Learning to hate is hard in that you need to get hurt to begin. And then it hurts to keep hating. And then when you’re finally tired of hating, ...
on good bones [feature]
by Michelle Bi on April 9
If you’d asked my twelve-year-old self to close her eyes and go to her happy place, she would have done so dutifully: contemplated, ruminated, and then cast herself to the Burbank, California IKEA.
learning how to sleep [lifestyle]
by Gabrielle Yuan on April 9
My mother likes to bring up that I used to be a heavy sleeper—a good sleeper—when I was young.
Japanese secrets to living a content life [A&C]
by Ellie Kang on April 9
“It’s all about a larger journey: Your work is never done,” Erin Niimi Longhurst writes in her book, A Little Book of Japanese Contentments. That's the beauty in it. The journey is the process and importance of discovering what keeps you going. It’s about learning to “let go of the things ...
pilgrimage [feature]
by Audrey Wijono on April 2
My grandfather grew up in small-town, middle-of-nowhere East Java, right around the old Dutch sugar plantations.
stop to smell the roses [lifestyle]
by Jedidiah Davis on April 2
As the weather becomes gentler and clouds give way to warmer blue skies, I am reminded of how much I love the coming of spring, but not spring itself. I often give it the cold shoulder when answering the “What's your favorite season?” icebreaker because, when comparing spring to her seasonal siblings, ...
love letter to my bedroom [post-pourri]
by Susanne Kowalska on April 2
My bedroom is a shape no other room should be. It’s built like a square horseshoe, a left bracket symbol with elongated sides. The bed is nestled snugly into a space so small that when I sit with my back against the wall—head tilted forward on account of the sloped ceilings—my feet rest on the ...
stealing from my friends [lifestyle]
by Daniella Coyle on April 2
Over spring break, I went to visit my closest friend from home and stayed at her college apartment. We made steel-cut oatmeal for breakfast and, to my surprised delight, she offered me a bag of chocolate chips to sprinkle on as a topping, alongside frozen berries that turned our bowls gorgeous shades ...
on keeping a record [feature]
by Nahye Lee on April 2
I’ve bought a journal every year since 2018. It’s been seven years, though it doesn’t feel too long ago that I was a middle schooler gripping a ballpoint and carving letters into paper for no apparent reason. I struggle to remember exactly what drove me to my first notebook, what motivated me ...
how to breathe through the rain [A&C]
by Jamie Jung on April 2
Our sunroof only opens when it rains. When blue skies are all you can see, they no longer feel like blue skies. It’s the rain that makes us excited. At its beckoning, we pile into the car, wrists hanging over our heads like lazy and futile umbrellas. Our shoes stain puddles on the carpet and we shake ...
this will last forever [narrative]
by Vanessa Tao on April 2
There’s something sweet in the air. It usually hits me at night on the walk back from North Campus, right between Wriston and Keeney. Each time, I’m left disoriented, unable to keep walking. It’s a green, sharp, scent–one of freshly mowed grass, sweat, clear sky, crisp morning air. It’s youthful—gentle, ...
the journey to make the most of time [A&C]
by Maxwell Zhang on April 2
Disclaimer: mild spoilers, I tried my best to live in the abstract but I would love it if you watched the movie before reading.
the Father, the son, and the spirit of performative feminism [A&C]
by Sofie Zeruto on March 19
*Spoilers for The White Lotus Season 2
reconciling with “social death” [A&C]
by Johan Beltre on March 19
“It’s my fault / The way I broke the Earth / It’s my fault,” ANOHNI yearns repeatedly over a blanket of mellow guitar riffs. It’s an intimate moment that comes straight from the soul, exploring her positionality in society through music. The sultriness of her voice finds shelter in the acceptance ...
