A. L. Baumgartner

PALACIOS, BOLIVIA — Beneath the breast bone, between the lungs, lies the heart. It is a fist-sized organ, the color of uncooked steak. It was […]

October 1, 2010

A. L. BAUMGARTNER

Baumgartner: Friendship, after the storm

I spent the summer in Saint Malo, my friend spent his in Lyon, and we met at the beginning of August in the south of […]

April 26, 2010

A. L. BAUMGARTNER

Baumgartner: Our words, our thoughts, collected

When the poet Marie Borroff GRD ’56 was an undergraduate, she studied verse with Norman Maclean, the author of “A River Runs through It.” Sitting […]

April 16, 2010

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Baumgartner: A literary love

Last week, for the first time in several years, I went to church. It was not my parish, or even my denomination, but it was […]

April 13, 2010

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Baumgartner: Don’t hesitate to ask

It went something like this: we met, we dated, we broke up. I said why don’t we be friends? That summer, he visited me […]

March 22, 2010

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Baumgartner: A gossiper’s defense

On my 13th birthday, my mother told me that men talk about sex in locker rooms. Then she handed me a piece of cake. I […]

February 22, 2010

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Baumgartner: Seriously high standards

Editor’s Note: Post-Modern Love is a new column about relationships and sex at Yale. It will appear each Monday, with A.L. Baumgartner ’10 writing one […]

February 8, 2010

A. L. BAUMGARTNER

The Laundress

In the year with no summer, the native women take to their fields in the nude. The missionaries protest and the Christian women are appalled, […]

January 16, 2009