• anna harvey

    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, […]

    I’ll Be Wearing Green Velvet

    some words on reinvention

    September 20, 2017
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    It’s hanging in my closet now, nestled between T-shirts and button-downs, carving a category for itself. My Going Out Shirt. Shirts, if you count the other vaguely shimmery pieces on either side, the ones I wear to class and the library and, most often, while lounging in bed. It’s green, my Going Out Shirt, green […]

    A Half-Formed Thing

    Snippets from 19 years

    April 20, 2017
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    I do not know what I look like. Newly released from biology book diagrams, where do my legs fit? How wide do they spread? My fingernails are probably the translucent shell-pink that doesn’t show up on ultrasounds. My grandmother looks at my skinny limbs, round body, and white tuft of hair and calls me “Little […]

    Always

    revisiting childhood favorites as an almost-adult

    March 23, 2017
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    “Always.” To any Harry Potter fan, this is the only proper response to the question posed in the title. To me, it’s one of four. As a Laura Ingalls Wilder devotee, I picture a little house in the big woods with a fire blazing and corn biscuits toasting. A Lemony Snicket enthusiast, I can imagine […]