Category: Reflections

Rebecca Julia Sobel Solomon

The flexibility of the name signifies the countless times I, too, have bent, becoming an altered version of myself that only barely resembled the original.

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My Mother’s Ring

Wasn’t the diamond an engagement diamond? Why was she wearing her engagement ring on the wrong finger?

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Dining Hall Work

This struggle to connect is one reason why students can feel disconnected from their university jobs and exclude them from their campus identities, preferring to invest their personal and social lives in the voluntary activities that better represent their interests.

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Nominal Inheritance

I hate the thought of someday passing down the name Mahoney to my kids, and explaining to them that their name deprives them of a history.

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Tanar, Tamar

Tamar also happens to be a character in the Bible known for being a prostitute — undoubtedly a solid legacy I have inherited.

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Stories From My Grandfather

Prince Faisal kissed him, reached into his robe, and pulled out a revolver. Three shots rang out in the hall.

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Dangerous Liaisons

I personally didn’t confess to myself that I had an impossible crush on my RCA until about a month in, impossible because of my sexual ineptitude, and impossible because so far, his role had been less disciplinary and more parental.

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Religion and Decision

A writer grapples with her Jewish identity in a new place.

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Telescoping Fear

We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.

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Exeat

I want to revisit every city I have been, and take you along this time. Rewrite all the sights, all the memories.

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Partial Recall

What I’ve realized is that I shouldn’t get complacent – the best years of my life won’t necessarily come to me; I have to pursue them.

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More Than Vanity

Again and again, I told myself I wasn’t ashamed of my condition…. Yet alone, waiting for a McCosh nurse to take my weight, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by what the eating disorder had made of me.

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