Word on the Street
Why I'm Up On Trump
Let's address the elephants in the room: Donald Trump, and why I support him.
WOTS Love Week: No Labels, No Problem
My sexuality is just one piece of who I am, and it doesn't need a title.
WOTS Love Week: Sunshine
A tribute to my first love and my first loss.
WOTS Love Week: Betraying the Blowjob Brigade
How I learned to accept my non–virgin status in a culture that shuns premarital sex.
WOTS Love Week: Finding The "I" In Love
Realizing why I didn't love myself helped me learn how to do so.
A Catholic's Take on Ash Wednesday
Please don't feed us.
WOTS Love Week: Parental Advisory
When "it's complicated" doesn't even scratch the surface.
WOTS Love Week: Coming Out Swinging
I started exploring late in the game, and now I'm stuck with more questions than answers.
Taking Penn Online
Penn's community exists online beyond social media.
Look at this Stuff, Isn't it Neat?
I unearthed a resource from Penn's soil—and you should, too.
An Open Letter to Sad Freshmen Girls
Penn is more than rush.
Fly on a Wall
It's easier not to take all the name–calling and fly–swatting so personally when I remember it's mostly motivated by jealousy: anyone would kill to know the ins and outs of Penn life like I do.
America and the Epidemic of Political Correctness
I don't get why, as Americans, we have become so terrified of people speaking their minds simply because it may offend someone.
Presenting Madam President
Longer than my resume, however, is the list of things I've been rejected from. And that list is long. The bar is simply higher here, and despite my 6'0 stature, sometimes I can't reach it.
Who is..."The Most Likely to Win on Jeopardy?"
Being awarded the superlative "Most Likely to Win on Jeopardy" was my high school's polite rephrasing of "Class Nerd."
I'm a Literal Quaker
It took me four times to make it to Meeting for worship. The first two times I didn't even make it out of the house.
A Rabbi, A Rabbit, and a Grandma Walk Into a Bar...
This summer I was a middle aged rabbit going through a messy divorce. I was a grandmother with a penchant for S&M, and bank robber who could communicate only in song.
MRS. Misses the Point
It's 9 p.m. on a Wednesday night, and in my book, I should be at one place and one place only: Copabanana, drinking margaritas.
Transfer State of Mind
I do not consider the label of “transfer student” to be my identity, but rather, I proudly identify as being part of the transfer community at Penn.
