Author Archives: Diana Saverin

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SAVERIN: Finish lines
By April 26, 2013 • 0
I’m worried about the moment after the finish line. I want everyone to be okay.
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SAVERIN: Reconsider SWUG
By April 12, 2013 • 0
I don’t want to keep pinning everything that happens in the lives of senior women to one acronym.
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SAVERIN: Chasing sight
By April 5, 2013 • 0
Whenever I’ve looked a little closer at this place, I’ve fallen hard for it.
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SAVERIN: Bucket season
By March 29, 2013 • 0
I want to do the things we’ve marked as off-limits.
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SAVERIN: No technology Tuesday
By March 5, 2013 • 0
You and the roommate and the boyfriend would all immediately realize that you were not paying real attention to anyone.
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SAVERIN: Remember the birds
By March 1, 2013 • 0
It’s easy, though, to fall into the habit of obsessing over and trying to calculate how a string of positions might lead to the next, and how one of those positions will someday be great and important.
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SAVERIN: Floors happen
By February 22, 2013 • 0
We started our sophomore September by writing “suite rules” on poster paper in multicolored Sharpies. We agreed on a select and varied few: Call your mothers, floss, it’s always okay to cry, wear a crown on your birthday and floors happen.
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SAVERIN: Snowy glue
By February 15, 2013 • 0
Seasonably wild weather is my social grease and spatial glue.
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SAVERIN: The upside of upside down
By February 8, 2013 • 0
If I look at something for too long, I can’t see it anymore. Until I see it upside down.
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SAVERIN: The long hair is mine
By February 1, 2013 • 0
In doing close to nothing, I was hoping for that accidental, “real” beauty, and if that didn’t work out, at least I would feel real. Or, more probably, accidental.
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SAVERIN: What she sees and what I forget
By January 25, 2013 • 0
These days, my grandmother only has the present tense.
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SAVERIN: On a night run
By January 18, 2013 • 0
My night running spatial language helps me be fluent in play; it encourages me to stand on my head again, climb more trees, lie on the ground, and watch the sky move.