• anna harvey

    “we’re like everybody else”

    seeing ourselves in lady bird

    March 1, 2018
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    For about a week and a half in mid-December, the Avon Cinema became my second home. While I love the Avon, it wasn’t the retro decor, or the campy pre-show commercials, or the people-watching (a funny mix of elderly couples and college students shirking their responsibilities) that drew me in. It was Sacramento, circa 2002-2003, […]

    bring on the butter

    nigella-approved meals

    February 22, 2018
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    The night before second semester began, I dropped my suitcase in my room, grabbed my empty backpack, and trekked through the rain to Eastside Marketplace. I was back on campus early, one of the few on my floor and the first of my friends, and I was hungry. I could have rustled up some plain […]

    Odd Girl Out

    Reviewing Carmen Maria Machado’s Her Body and Other Parties

    November 30, 2017
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    Carmen Maria Machado wants you to believe in ghosts. In her masterful debut short story collection, Her Body and Other Parties, they lurk in the aisles of stores selling prom dresses or in the dreams of a detective who sometimes appears on primetime TV. Most often, these ghosts haunt the minds of her characters. Machado […]

    rogue island

    a short history of piracy in the smallest state in the union

    November 8, 2017
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    On May 4, 1776, Rhode Island cemented itself as a colony of contrarians. A full two months before the official signing of the Declaration, the few inhabitants of this tiny scrap of land in a yet-unformed nation declared independence from the British crown. Though 12 other colonies were soon to follow, Rhode Island was notorious […]

    Dead Time

    Haunted Happenings at the Biltmore Hotel

    November 1, 2017
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    Located on 11 Dorrance Street in the heart of downtown Providence, the Biltmore Hotel is most recognizable by its neon red sign. On many an evening drive back to College Hill from T.F. Green Airport, I’ve seen the flickering crimson glow as a beacon of sorts, a herald of home. Streetside, the Biltmore is refined, […]