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On Potential

When I was growing up, my mother believed I was a prodigy; the only problem was, she didn’t yet know at what.

by Olivia Lloyd on April 13, 2015

A Community Like My Own

“But I can say this: as I stood on stage on that final sold-out Saturday and belted out the final lyrics to the finale, “We’re home!” for the first time since arriving on Princeton’s campus I felt like I had a place on this campus. I felt at home.”

by Esti Matulewicz on April 9, 2017April 8, 2017

My Recollections of the Founding of Nassau Weekly

“I am quite overwhelmed and somewhat surprised that something that I helped get off the ground over as generation ago is still relevant and cherished over 40 years later”

by Andrew C. Rose on April 14, 2019April 14, 2019

2 Stories

What am I supposed to do? I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what am I supposed to do. Before you answer, I’ll tell you my story, and I’ll tell you hers. And then, I … Read More

by Scot Tasker on April 11, 2013April 13, 2013

The Opera Singer

The story of a birth, and a basket of cheese fries

by Maddy Pauchet on December 3, 2016July 21, 2017

Good Dude

“Praise is cheap. How many times at Princeton have I been introduced to a ‘good dude’?”

by Alec Gewirtz on April 9, 2017April 10, 2017

One-Minute Devotions

“I wondered what or who—a simple puzzle, a stakeless one, but one that, in context, made my expectation of strangeness a mystery lived.”

by Tess Solomon on November 10, 2019

A Taste for Iron & Wine

When Samuel Beam, better known by his stage name Iron & Wine, sidled his way onto the Peter J. Sharp stage at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, the crowd of New Yorkers in the auditorium took in a collective breath and began to applaud.

by Shannon Osaka on October 3, 2014October 5, 2014

What They Know

You don’t know that they know, too. You don’t know that they know that there’s that spot that if you brush it the right way reduces me to goose bumps.

by Margot Ravin on March 7, 2015

Confessions VI

Telescoped.

by Ted Garmizo on November 14, 2012March 22, 2013

On Imperfect Apples, Mosquito Bites, and the Consciousness of Worms

“I like to believe our small acts make a difference, or maybe I just want to be a savior.”

by Emma Mohrmann, Sabrina Kim on October 3, 2021October 2, 2021

A Summer of Luddism

“I didn’t even think about my phone at all, didn’t start at a phantom buzz in my pocket or stop what I was doing to look over at the device when I thought I saw its screen light up.”

by Emily McLean on February 16, 2020February 18, 2020


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