Byline: Rachel Stone

The Art of Dying

Meeting the end, onstage.

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Midpoints

I spend this most recent Passover with my mother’s closest friend from high school and her family for the first time.

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The Burden of Proof

Princeton’s campus is insulated from the dangers of a city. It teems with P-Safe cars. But for much of the community, in the privacy of our dorm rooms and our own mattresses, it is not safe.

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Cause Remains Unclear

The Prince article on the death of Tobias Kim does not speak about him as a person so much as a story pitch, someone whose meaning was apparent in the story he could provide. “Argentina”—Where? Why? To say it was sensationalist would defeat the purpose; I am not here to write about what the Prince did wrong, nor am I here to correct it.

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The Trials of Princeton

It was the first night without my parents in some hotel on US Route 1. I was alone and somewhere near East Pyne, brimming with the feeling of being lost and alone in a new city, juggling the oversized, color-coded freshman orientation specialty map that a volunteer organizer had gravely slipped into my purse.

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Modem Love

He was online, and I could tell because the green light was buzzing next to his name and profile picture.

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Food Diary

The dining hall lurches with athletes. You sit down next to your friend’s maybe-roommate and she looks down at her own plate. “Wow,” she says, “you’re eating so little.”

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Urban Rituals

If you get off the N train at 8th street, walk past the tattoo parlors and bright storefronts of St. Mark’s Place, you’ll find the Ukrainian East Village Restaurant next to a corner of other Ukrainian bakeries.

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Aubade for a Night Twitter

All these voids

meeting in the middle feels

like an answer, so I keep
writing. For a night

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Rules for When You Plan on Educating Your Future Children about Mortality

Tell them they will never die because they are too young to understand object permanence. Avoid their questions. You do not own any pets.

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@TriciaLockwood

Separating a poet’s work from her tweets.

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Time, Space, and Train Schedules

A few married undergraduate students at Princeton tell their stories.

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