Category: Reflections

Mom’s (Extra-Chunky!) Bolognese

A family heirloom recipe of zero generations.

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A Requiem for Rowing

“I miss the bonding that can only result from that mutual suffering, the singing in the shower, the conversations in the ballroom while we stretched our exhausted limbs, the sprint up the hill to dinner before our hair froze into icicles.”

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Monopoly

“I slipped two hotels into my pockets; I slept with some under my pillow that night, and the little silver piece I put in my sock for the day.”

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Princeton on Crutches

“There are so many random steps on campus that you don’t notice until they become a barrier. It’s hard to explain the dread that washes over you when you’re trying to crutch from Schultz to Friend in ten minutes and encounter a flight of stairs.”

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Head & Shoulders

“We agree about everything; our dependence on Nyquil, the tragedy of internalized misogyny, and the exact punctuation to use when texting fuckboys.”

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September Re-readings of an August Letter Never Sent Toward Jericho in the Shadows of the Fading Sun

“Four Italians and an Israeli sitting in a blue Chevrolet. It could be the start of a joke.”

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King of All Fruits

Passover the lychees.

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Poor River

“Although the river and its people share the past, on this afternoon, the burden seems unevenly placed. The man whose socks are drying on the concrete can rest in peace knowing that his story has ended.”

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A Lesson on Grieving

“The brush strokes the bottom of the eyelid first, then the center, then the edge. The tip of the eyeliner presses against skin that, with time, will begin to hold creases that resemble hers.”

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to the person whose bed i slept in one night

“we do not speak anymore, this person whose bed I slept in one night. seeing you reminds me of how childlike I felt, and I refuse to feel that frightened anymore.”

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Journal Square

“At the edge of Jersey City is a field of black dirt. For one stretch of the field, two rows of thin, yellow shrubs run along an idle road, planted without any intention for longevity.”

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Family Stickers

“I have never been able to understand why Americans need to make sure trailing traffic knows that they voted for Clinton, alternatively want to put Clinton in jail, or just really want to highlight the difference between heritage and racism.”

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