I was sitting on the steps of Hope when a woman asked to pray for me. The late morning sun peeked through a web of elm and oak leaves, and the breeze carried the springtime revival in its wisps. Shades of pink, ivory, and violet magnolia blossoms had begun to flower, enticing the beetles and the bees ...
On January 28, the thought hit me. Or rather, I hit the thought, as if I’d been standing in front of it for a long time and had only just now had the bright idea to take a step forward into it: “What if I quit my ballet job?”
During my recent re-entry into full-time schooling after eight years as a professional ballet dancer, I’ve been greeted by many small culture shocks: new slang I missed while spending my days in the studio, the looming presence of AI, the casual nihilism that comes with classmates who can’t remember ...
My move to Providence in August of this year began with a humbling initiation: the worst haircut I’ve ever received. My fine hair has always been one of my biggest insecurities, second only to the persistent hormonal acne that’s more indecisive and temperamental than an angsty teenager. Thanks to ...
my attic and i
My father says meals you make yourself always taste the best. When I was younger, I would laugh at his statement as he served up tangy tomato egg stir fry or hearty beef noodle soup for dinner. Why would I want to cook a meal when I could enjoy the delicious flavors someone else made for me? But the ...
I think best in transit.
The first time I went to an estate sale, I showed up with a tote bag and a pocket full of small bills. I’m not entirely sure what I expected, but I definitely did not anticipate feeling as though I was trespassing.
Walking through the Van Wickle gates on Convocation Day held a similar sensation to competing in Miss USA. A crowd of people cheering, flags waving proudly, and the glimmer of hope that my life was about to change—though this time, I was walking into classrooms rather than across a stage in 6” heels ...
For my high school graduation, the presenter read every single person’s name out loud. During rehearsals, they invited people to correct any pronunciation of names in preparation for the actual ceremony. I ignored their announcements, spacing out in boredom and wishing they would finish faster so ...
Fall enters Providence with a quiet gravity. The city’s color palette shifts as the trees along Benefit Street turn. While the foliage may be beautiful, these warm colors are the manifestation of a fleeting moment. As chlorophyll drains from each leaf, other pigments—anthocyanins and carotenoids—creep ...
When I was in middle school, my friends and I loved to bullet journal. Each of us bought our own personal dotted notebooks that we carried around to class like little trophies, paired with pencil cases filled to the brim with felt-tip brush pens and mildliners and Zebra Sarasa pens. Taking inspiration ...
If you’re in my life, you’ve likely heard about A. I hate A. Well, hate is a strong word. I deeply dislike A, to the extent that I’m still having imaginary arguments with her in my head despite the fact that it’s been two months since I last saw her.
Solutions by The State News
