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Food & Intimacy

Gabrielle Hamilton is looking at me like she’s deciding if I’m worthy of her hawk-like gaze. Her restaurant is called “Prune” and is lauded by restaurant critics but also by my mother, who sent me pictures of her meal there last year when I had typhoid and was on a steady diet of white rice and bananas. I cried with envy.

by Isabel Henderson on April 4, 2013April 6, 2013

All Grown Up

Earl Sweatshirt looks so young. His baby face bears a sparse mustache I associate with high school boys trying to prove they’ve hit puberty, and he’s swallowed by an oversize Yankees jersey. Maybe it’s just because I’m so close to the stage, and to other people he seems older than his nineteen years.

by Isabel Henderson on March 8, 2014July 15, 2017

Peer Review: Isabel Revises Jeremy’s Essay

Isabel Henderson revises Jeremy Cohen’s Common App essay.

by Isabel Henderson on December 5, 2013December 7, 2013

Young Kids of Instagram

I logged on to Facebook to check it out. Her sister was fourteen, a freshman in high school. She had about a thousand friends and did not have 113 likes—it was up to 115 now, in the thirty minutes that elapsed since Allie’s text.

by Isabel Henderson on February 14, 2013March 22, 2013

Ovum

There are always eggs at my house. Well, I’ll clarify that—there are always eggs somewhere around my house. Usually the hens are obedient and lay in their nest boxes, but they love to hide their work from us. Occasionally we’ll pull hay bales from the barn to find a cache of eggs tucked in a corner, like the work of a lazy Easter bunny. Sometimes they have been there for years; when we were younger, my siblings and I would throw them against trees deep in the woods, where their sulfur was overwhelmed by the smell of pine.

by Isabel Henderson on March 1, 2014March 8, 2014

Telescoping Place

places you have lived, places you know better than anyone else, places in your mind, places you could inhabit, what it means to exist within a place

by Camila Legaspi, Conor Stonesifer, Elliott Eglash, Isabel Henderson, Katie Duggan, Rachel Stone, Sigrid Luth, Tamar Willis on November 21, 2015December 6, 2015

Womanhunt

“Where are the lesbians?” was the question that gave birth to this article. It was raised at a Nass meeting by one of our editors, and not one person in the room was able to offer insight. That the question would was even asked is in itself an issue. Why do so many Princeton students tell me they do not see a strong gay/lesbian/bisexual (various individuals preferred each term) women’s culture? At a school our size, how was there this seemingly hidden population?

by Isabel Henderson on May 9, 2013May 18, 2020

Princeton ®

The way it came to me was in a letter. I think a lot of people got them, but I don’t know. It was from Dean Rapelye or maybe Malkiel, and it said something like “you are one of the particularly outstanding students admitted” and to “please consider coming to Princeton.”

by Isabel Henderson on April 11, 2013November 25, 2013

Revelations

The spirituality of sightseeing.

by Isabel Henderson on April 26, 2015May 4, 2015

Telescoping Memories

To halve and to hold.

by Eliza Mott, Elizabeth Lian, Evaline Tsai, Isabel Henderson, Kansas Jacobs, Rafael Abrahams, Susannah Sharpless, Veronica Nicholson, Will Pinke on November 14, 2012September 17, 2013

Machine Dreams

A mercenary for Psychology.

by Isabel Henderson on October 17, 2012March 22, 2013


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