Category: Reflections

Nothing Like Mom’s Cooking: Reflections from Professor Mommy’s Daughter

A reflection on the nourishment our mothers provide, both physical and emotional.

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Our Brains, Ourselves

It’s been hard to miss the photos from the “What I Be” project popping up on our newsfeeds and around campus these past weeks: up-close and intensely personal shots of fellow students staring unapologetically into the camera, with their deepest insecurities scrawled onto their skin in capital letters.

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Telescoping Bodies

A young man is standing 2 m from the edge of a cliff that overlooks the ocean. The distance between the top of the cliff and the water below is 12 m.

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Photographic Memory

I have 5,570 photos on my iPhone from this summer in New York. That’s probably at least 4,570 more than I need.

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Bargaining with God

Why would I want to believe (if I do believe at all) in a God who requires blind faith and has destructive ethics, for whom we must be violent in order to show devotion?

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The Movement Towards Endings

“This isn’t to say that an ending has no value, for where the author leaves us at the end is always strategic and therefore important to
think about. However, we have grown too attached to endings.”

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On The Women We (Don’t) Read: A Reflection on Academia

A writer analyzes the number of women authors she has been assigned throughout her time at Princeton.

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Fake Housewives, Get Out

In which a writer contemplates the influence of housewives, real and fake.

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The Meaning of Life According to My Inbox

Recently, my email account has doubled as my journal. I can’t stop writing emails. Not the usual, 10-liner, meeting set-up emails, but lengthy, rambling, floods of words in which I entirely reveal my personal vulnerabilities to recipients I have never … Read More

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Remember-Reels

“dark purple figs outside four window panes in the paws of a raccoon, beneath a velvet navy sky”

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Sallow and Muted Glory

A reflection on faith and body.

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Moments of Dreams: Dawes in Six Albums and Seven Stories

“In my moments of dogged hope, I would play “Moon in the Water,” an acoustic ballad where Goldsmith proclaims that ‘Love is for the fighter / Born to lose but never quit / Swinging for the moon in the water.’”

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