PERSONAL ESSAYS
Act Your Gender

I grew up next door to four boys, all more or less my age. We shared a fence. In the afternoons I’d climb up on […]

zihaolin
New Haven’s Skeletons

The older a place is, the more skeletons it has. Some of them lurk in closets and behind basement walls, but most lie underground. In […]

maddiebender
Sunflower Seeds

Chewing mechanically continues. Lips salty. Crack crack. We’re settled on wooden chairs in a dim cozy kitchen. Chattering until the orange yolk splits the gunmetal […]

HIGHLIGHT: Turtles

We were sitting around it in the basement, looking at the turtle where it lay, cracked and broken in a cushioned box. My sister had […]

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The Dark Lining of the Prefontaine Mantra: Lessons from Hale Ross’ life at Yale

Editors’ Note: Please be advised, the following piece includes sensitive material relating to depression and suicide. Several months ago, I received a “save the date” […]

Morning

  Some mornings, a few minutes after 6, I’d hear his first footfall on the stairs. He’d go up them two at a time: a […]

Arrested Momentum

The Place of Comparative Literature

Through a Soldier’s Eyes

I cried three times during my period of mandatory service in the South Korean army. The first was at boot camp when I realized I […]

juliashi
An (Under)Seasoned Chef

It is Day 54 since I moved to Tokyo, and I’m standing in my “kitchen” trying to cook dinner. Here, the quotation marks around “kitchen” […]

House of Memory

On an unseasonably cold day in New Haven almost a century ago, the star diver of Yale’s class of 1928 performed his last jump off […]