by Alejandra Padín-Dujon Betsy Padín,“Tormenta Anunciada (de la serie Coordenadas).” Acrylic on canvas, 46″ x 60″, 2007. I feel vaguely uncomfortable as I sit on a bright couch at La Casa one cold, sunny Saturday, waiting to go on the inaugural Social Justice Tour of Fair Haven with a handful of other students, a local alderman,…
by Eshe Sherley Micah Jones and I are standing by a foldout table at Afro-American Cultural Center, better known as the House. She is the president of the Black Student Alliance at Yale, and I am her vice president and right-hand woman. We’re selling T-shirts to alumni at the House’s forty-fifth anniversary event. A woman,…
by Elizabeth Spenst “Now since it is 6:10 in Brazil, most of my childhood friends would be here,” Daniel Lucas Alves da Silva tells me as we stare at a wall facing a street lined with trees on Google Maps Street View. People are getting off work and grabbing a coke to drink at the…
by Eugene Lim I was lathering shampoo into my hair when I froze, struck by an unwelcome thought. I rummaged through my sleep-deprived brain. It was the first day of Chinese New Year. Shit. I shut off the water and almost hopped out of the shower. For a few seconds I hovered over the threshold,…
by Agnes Enkhtamir We linked eyes across a crowd of gyrating teens and music so loud your bones vibrated. I didn’t want to meet the love of my life at a mediocre house party in a suburb of Las Vegas, but his eyes made the dusty, dreamy scene stumble into focus. It was like a fairytale….