Author Archives: Zara Kessler

I could count on one hand my memories of people at Yale talking to me about sex. By “talking” I don’t mean flirting and by “people” I don’t mean raucous acquaintances or advice-seeking friends. Those conversations have been far too numerous to calculate. By “about sex” I don’t mean about curvaceous figures in Renaissance art »

When I returned to my Manhattan school on September 13, 2001, my sixth grade history teacher told us to write. Anything that came to mind would do. For those first few days after the terrorist attacks, we had the ability, the duty even, to record history. It seemed easier to write about 9/11 back then, »

What’s the Women’s Table? What street is Phelps Gate on? What did Bass Library use to be called? It’s not uncommon to have to show ID when trying to enter a popular New York City club. But walk into one Manhattan club on a Thursday night in the summer and you will not only have »

I am an underground creature. Late on this Monday evening in September, Yale University’s campus is a skeleton. Quadrangles, benches, and cobblestone pathways provide the framework for a thriving college campus and yet lie empty of the students that give them daily life. The air hangs in silence. Only I venture through the void. After »