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in the first place [lifestyle]
By Elijah Puente, Katheryne Gonzalez, Jessica Lee, Tabitha Lynn, Emilie Guan and Klara Davidson Schmich | February 5in the first place
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maffa way [narrative]
By Joseph Maffa | February 5There is a street in Charlestown that carries my last name. A small bypass that converges Broadway and Mystic Ave into that infamous Sullivan Square rotary, Maffa Way stretches a quarter mile at most. Despite its unassuming length, I would guess that this is one of the most frequently traveled roads ...
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what's considered an elegy? [feature]
By Ivy Rockmore | February 5I am six and decaying. The heat’s out, Toronto’s winter is angry, plum-red in its fury, and my dad knocks; he must hear me shivering. I hear the thud of his boots before I see him, all bald and devoted. He glances at me, mutters “Be right back,” and the wobbly house holds its breath as he sprints. ...
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you know i’d give my life for you [A&C]
By Emily Tom | February 5The photos are, frankly, grotesque. There’s an uncanny valley quality to them: You can tell that this man, based on the lighting and costuming, is performing. And from how thin and dark his eyes are, he must be Asian. But the skin of his eyelids is stiff and artificial. Even if you didn’t know that ...
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there’d better be a mirrorball [POST-POURRI]
By Tarini Malhotra | December 5On page 74 of my Goodnotes notebook for NEUR0010, nestled between noradrenergic and serotonergic system mechanisms, is the line, “there’d better be a mirrorball,” written in eclectic lavender calligraphy and surrounded by tiny, crookedly-drawn stars.
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24 hours in Toronto [narrative]
By Sarah Frank | December 5I was sure that something would go wrong. I had never left the country before, and I convinced myself that the moment my passport was checked, I would discover that I was living a lie. Perhaps my name wasn’t actually my name. Maybe I had unknowingly committed a crime. Maybe they’d arrest me right ...
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a century well loved [narrative]
By Ana Vissicchio | December 520 years. In January, it’ll be 21. That feels like a long time, probably because I have nothing longer to compare it to. But this weekend, I came pretty close.
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transience and permanence [lifestyle]
By Katherine Mao | December 4“Tell us about a place or community you call home. How has it shaped your perspective? (250 words)”
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untying my tongue [feature]
By Nahye Lee | December 4When people realize I am bilingual, there are usually a few things they want to know. Starter questions, if you will: Do you dream in English or Korean? Which language do you think in? Do you translate between the two languages in your own head? How are you so good at English?
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master craftsman [crossword]
By Ishan Khurana, AJ Wu, Lily Coffman, Tabitha Lynn and Will Hassett | December 4
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the beauty of familiarity [lifestyle]
By Reina Jo | December 4I remember the first time I walked around Brown’s campus with my family. Only a freshman in high school, I was in awe of the hustle and bustle surrounding me. We were following the typical Northeast road trip route for my older sister, who had recently started her college application process, and ...
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let’s talk about the husband [A&C]
By Sofie Zeruto | December 4Meredith Marks, so drunk her eyes are crossed, glows faintly through the midday Sunday light on my TV screen.
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in a few words [POST-POURRI]
By Faith Cantrell, Mason Scurry, Olivia Stacey, Camryn Suntha and Elysee Barakett | December 4Love Song
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"holding space” for TikTok's "Wicked" memes [A&C]
By Ann Gray Golpira | December 4Like most off-duty musical theater kids, seeing the Wicked movie over the holiday break was an emotional experience, second only to receiving my Brown acceptance letter. Since then, I've been religiously listening to the soundtrack, horribly imitating the "What Is This Feeling?” choreography across ...
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a love letter to apples [narrative]
By Lynn Nguyen | November 22With the pastel blue peeler—its slightly rusted metal speckled with black, remnants of the countless fruits and vegetables eaten, cooked, and shared by my mom and grandma—I shaved the ombrés of scarlet red and golden yellow off seemingly innumerable apples. The precise, crisp peels revealed a smooth, ...
