Eight years ago, I first encountered the writings of Jhumpa Lahiri. Last Monday, Lahiri visited Brown to lead an undergraduate seminar and participate in a public conversation. My experience that afternoon felt circular: The author whose work had once shaped my early understanding of creativity had ...
On any given weekend night, Thayer Street transforms into a gathering space for Rhode Islanders. Motorcycles roar past tricked-out cars, and music spills out onto the sidewalk outside a new food spot. Families line up for late-night falafel from East Side Pockets, kids chase each other between tables ...
When things are going well, there are many things in our lives that we take for granted. It’s like flying an aircraft in clear skies on autopilot. We zone out, taking in the scenery, losing sight of the myriad of complex calculations being done on our behalf by the computer. But, when severe turbulence ...
We have all come across the “Romeo and Juliet” story countless times, in one form or another. Perhaps it was introduced to you by Leonardo DiCaprio’s dreamy film portrayal, the lyrics of Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” or best of all, Shakespeare’s original text. This fall, I saw the story ...
It’s the 31st of October, and I’m squeezed on a couch with my sisters and cousins all huddled under one, enormous blanket. I am twelve years old, so, of course, the ferocious wind howling down our chimney or the dark shadows lurking in the corners have no effect on my nerves. My mom is calmly seated ...
I wasn’t expecting to discover much about myself in a twenty minute Uber ride I took last week. In fact, I really only planned on scrolling quietly on my phone as we weaved through the evening D.C. traffic. But somewhere along the way, maybe five or so blocks in, my driver broke the silence with a ...
This fall, the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. is bedecked with pastels, broad brushstrokes and light –– the French Impressionists have arrived. While the muggy autumn weather outside is yet to cool, springtime blooms inside the gallery. I join the flow of onlookers as they peer into ...
One hundred years after the ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment, I, an American woman, cast my first vote. The National Woman’s Party triumphed in obtaining women’s suffrage in August 1920, after decades of determined advocacy and brave leadership fighting for political equality in America. ...
“I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”
Growing up with a name that is not easy for everyone to pronounce, I struggled to feel recognized and included in classrooms where teachers did not learn my name. In the past, I had grown accustomed to mispronunciations of my name, undermining my sense of identity in class. Because of this, I know that ...
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