Author Archives: Nora Caplan-Bricker

My favorite place at Yale has always been its Old Campus, a quad ringed by freshman dormitories in mismatched neo-Gothic styles. I love the expansive space crisscrossed by walkways, the yellow orbs of the antique streetlamps, and the surprising hominess of the dark stone buildings. On a typical weeknight, students sit on the benches to »

We brought useless things: casseroles, flowers, a chocolate pie. We unloaded them from the backseat, gloved hands Slipping on the dishes. The morning was bright on the white house and the snow. It sharpened the edges of things, made the pine trees brutal. In the kitchen, we left our pots and bowls among the candles, »