In the Nation's Pocket

In the Nation’s Pocket

Student activists campaigning for divestment—from fossil fuel companies, weapons manufacturing companies, or companies operating in the Israeli-occupied West Bank—must face an administration that for decades has refused to acknowledge the central point at the very core of any divestment campaign: that the university’s investments should be considered as part of...
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Notes on Engaging with Black Thought

Notes on Engaging with Black Thought

I have started this piece many times. Each beginning featured a description of Professor Emeritus of African American Studies Cornel West and his entrance into McCosh 50.
Amusement Abandoned

Amusement Abandoned

We heard the theme park before we saw it. A constant screech, grating and shrill.
Respecting Ms. Banks

Respecting Ms. Banks

Of the many things the singer Banks (the stage name of Jillian Banks) does well—and I think there are many—the thing she does best is cultivate her own vibe.

E. 7th Street

cash wasn’t honey on the tracks / but the subway smelled like my front pocket / stale raspberry cola and dusty and blackened fingertips

When Life Gives You Lemons

One of my closest friends called recently after a bad breakup. We hadn’t spoken in a few weeks, so when I picked up the phone, I felt that familiar yet uncomfortable sense of separation caused by more than just physical distance.

Sophie’s Namesake

I was named in a fit of impatience. My brother Toby was six years old and frustrated that my parents referred to little unborn me only as “the baby.” Inspired by the book he was reading, one day he asked, “Can we just call her Sophie?” And so they did.

Rules for When You Plan on Educating Your Future Children about Mortality

Tell them they will never die because they are too young to understand object permanence. Avoid their questions. You do not own any pets.
Love in the Time of Lana

Love in the Time of Lana

I fell in love with Lana Del Rey a week after I got my driver’s license. Sixteen and in the deeper throes of teenage angst, I’d taken to calling the suburban split-level I’d grown up in “my parents’ house” and spending as much time as possible out with my steady, if less than stable, high...
Nom de Guerre

Nom de Guerre

My father chose the name and my mother chose the spelling. My father—for the High Priest Aaron of the Israelites, Moses’ fallible brother who leads the priestly order of Levites but is forever tainted by his participation in the building of the profane Golden Calf.
A Matter of Timing

A Matter of Timing

Think back to yesterday—to the first yesterday, and then the yesterday even before that. The beginning of time—of your time, that is.
Snapchat to Reality

Snapchat to Reality

When I want to stay updated with breaking stories or the latest headlines, I like to browse through my Twitter or media apps. I never expected to learn the most about the news surrounding Ferguson, Missouri through my Snapchat.

If I Have Been Honest

It has only been for lack of trying anything else.