About Annabelle Woodward

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A-Piece-About-Pumpking-Spice (Jennifer Xiao)

Pumpkin Spice

& other autumnal existential comforts

Solomon 001 holds a tense calm at 10:00 a.m., recently emptied in quiet preparation for the lecture to come. Although November has been full of sunny mornings and temperatures that barely qualify as sweater weather, the lecture hall is fixed in a cold, desolate winter. Off-yellow incandescent lights cast awkward shadows on the half-erased blackboard…

Book Signing (Erica Lewis)

A Book Signing

four strangers become friends

Meeting your favorite writer in the flesh and blood is not always the same as reading their thoughts in paper and ink. Their voice, which fills pages with its rich magic, does not sound the same when they speak aloud. It is easy to expect writers to be an amalgamation of their characters—both vulnerable and…

Aurora

Creative Capital

remembering the aurora club

It’s nighttime in downtown Providence and the fairy lights that adorn Westminster Street cast a warm glow on the faces of a small crowd of young people loitering outside a lively, though not crowded, venue. The space, former home to The Roots Cafe and the Providence Black Repertory, is none other than Aurora, “a mixed-use…

Taylor-Swift-Country-(Jie-En-Lee

redneck heartbreak

in defense of swift and the grand ole genre

One warm afternoon in the fall of 2008, my best friend Alex and I lay spread-eagle on the trampoline in her backyard and stared up at the cloudless Virginia sky. Taylor Swift’s “Hey Steven” played from the tinny speakers of my LG Chocolate Slide. We were two starry-eyed, self-involved preteen girls coming of age in…

Taylor-Swift-and-Feminism-(Harim-Choi)

white horse woes

excavating Taylor Swift’s priviledge

        If I had bought into Taylor Swift’s rhetoric, the one that pervades “You Belong With Me” and “Love Story,” I may not have hemmed my skirts so short. I would probably still think that if I sat around waiting long enough, some douchey high school senior with a bunch of roses would save me…