Knock, knock. A crack. Tap. More cracks. Peel—an attempt, at least. I press the egg onto the table. The translucent...
Keith was sitting on his Adeline Street porch when Annie and I approached him one sunny Saturday in October of...
Outside the train window, the sun blurs out pink across industrial New England. Old factories and local marinas glow; people...
My mother let me sit in the front seat of her car when I was far too young to sit...
I’ve been crying in the L-Dub showers. This is where I came to mourn my first graded problem set, to...
For our day trip, we drove to East Haddam—forty minutes from New Haven and home to the Devil’s Hopyard State...
East Rock and West Rock, the twin deities of New Haven parks, each have an attendant god. Just west of...
From our fifth floor Davenport suite, we stick our heads out the window to feel the rain kiss our faces....
Cattywampus. This key is the last word I will utter tonight. I step into my H.O.C.’s dining room, a table...
After pulling together $1.75 in change for the bus (I had decided against the forty-five minute walk, but another Yalie...