lunar recession [feature]
By Alissa Simon | May 1I think I owe the moon a love letter.
I think I owe the moon a love letter.
In Alumnae Hall, above the strange, too-empty passages and old couches, there is a small suite of rooms that you will almost certainly miss unless you are looking for it. It’s one of those tucked-away corners of campus where computers feel out of place, and you can still clearly visualize women in ...
In their column, Paul Hudes ’27, Alissa Simon ’25 and Yael Wellisch ’26 argue that disappointed Democrats at Brown should regroup and focus on local and state change.
For thousands of days, I have woken to birdsong. The street where I grew up is flush with trees, some a century thick, that provide home to robins, cardinals, house finches, and mourning doves cooing in the blue-black of early morning. These birds scatter in my wake on morning walks. They snip at each ...
Our sophomore year, we lived in a Grad Center suite right next to the tower’s entryway. Nestled between the entryway and our suite, there was a shelf labeled with a paper sign marked “TRADING POST.” For the first few weeks, the shelf was dotted with old biochem textbooks and broken hangers, discarded ...
I forget exactly when I first became uneasy with my photograph.
Few topics that compel discourse quite like public education. Whether about book bans or science curricula, conversations surrounding K-12 classrooms lay bare our greatest hopes and deepest inadequacies as a democratic society. We tend to think about the great inequalities of the American public education ...
In her column, Alissa Simon ’25 argues that gender-based communities on campus remain valuable even in a modern, coeducational environment.
On the sixth night of Chanukah, which is also Christmas Eve, I am awake and burning in my childhood bed. It isn't a flame, but a computer running on my bare stomach that sears a red spot into my skin. But I can’t find it in myself to move. Not quite a week has passed since coming home, and I’m ...
Last September, I wrote about how, even as a new student, I knew that this year at Brown was destined to be different. Seven months later, I feel confident that my prediction was correct, although it is impossible to pinpoint exactly what made this year unique. As a first-year student, there is no ...