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ARTICLES

Baba

She had trouble thinking about love and her father as two things that belonged together. 

Sharing the Burden

Why everyone needs to pick up the slack when it comes to sexual assault

Regretting My Return to Campus

I've struggled with unmet expectations for my first year of college.

When Stories Grow Claws

I was the victim in my story, the villain in his. Part of growing up is acknowledging the harm I’ve caused. 

Day 62: A Love Letter

Finding pleasure in seven–minute walks, pancakes, and number theory.

Can Weed Stimulate Creativity?

The science behind making things while high.

Dear Em:

A love letter, to my friend, on the cusp of young adulthood.

Nuts Are My Favorite Food

I am learning there is no such thing as perfection when it comes to self–love. 

69th Street: The First Time Doesn’t Predict Them All

In this edition, a writer discusses how losing her virginity made her gain something more — strength.

I Don't Need Love. I Have Hookup Culture.

DFMO comes first, name comes second.

Runner Up: Miles and Days

Drifting across contents, your love tethers me to home.

How My Fascination with Weddings Revealed My Family's Difficult History

After years of begging for proof of my parent's wedding, I learned the harsh reality as to why there wasn't any.

What Happened to Me Wasn't Like the Movies

I'm left imagining other worlds where my sexual assault experience never occurred.

Here Is My Story

With the end of Sexual Assault Awareness Month, I want to reflect on what happened to me and encourage everyone to be more vigilant.

Microcosm/Macrocosm/Megacosm

It is 8:43 a.m. and we walk to the Wawa in silence.

I No Longer Feel Like I Am a Burden

"He kept me afloat and, more importantly, he kept me alive in a time where I saw not even the smallest value in myself."

Surviving an Abusive Relationship

After being manipulated and assaulted, it took me years to heal. But I know now that I deserve better.

My Xanax Addiction Made Me Fear Everything

I never thought anti–anxiety medication would make me panic at the thought of leaving my room.

When You Realized You Loved Me Too Late

On confusing friendship, bad timing, and self–discovery

I didn't know I could be raped and still look normal


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