Roses are red, violets are blue All my friends said, “Go find a Spanish man to fall in love with you!” Well, let me tell you: that hasn’t happened. So far, my most romantic interaction occurred with the italian man at the pasta shop down the street, who told me he couldn’t remember what I […]
An Open Letter to Claudine Gay Dear Dean Gay: Congratulations on your selection as the next president of Harvard. Forgive any presumption on my part, but I cannot resist offering an opinion concerning a critical challenge you will face. From the outset of your tenure, I urge you to commit to a renaissance of Harvard […]
I have written about my preoccupation with love. As a discipline, or an intentional practice, love continues to bring meaning to my days and keeps me up at night. Quite literally I often find myself awake when I should be sleeping, locked into fictional romances unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, dreaming of the day I […]
When I was younger, I wasn’t allowed to have a best friend. My mom had set a rule: I couldn’t hang out with one friend substantially more than any other in an effort to stop me from isolating myself from my peers. I was told those deep connections were found through romantic relationships. By approaching […]
On February 4th, the Hasty Pudding Vice President and President went in for a kiss atop a black Bentley. That is, two costumed student actresses both planted a smooch on each of actress Jennifer Coolidge’s cheeks at the same time during a jubilant parade down Massachusetts Avenue, and the crowded street erupted in great fanfare. […]
