In my adult life, I almost never cry. I don’t cry when boys break up with me. I don’t cry when my friends hurt me. I don’t cry about everyday bruises and scrapes. But yesterday I cried more than...

I can firmly say that I would never be a stay-at-home mom. I know what you may be thinking: you’re 19 years old, how could you possibly know that? Isn’t that a little shortsighted? And the truth is...

Over Sunday brunches at Burton or the LDC I often overhear conversations, almost always between boys, explicitly detailing their enthralling sexual adventures the nights before. Specific topics often...

Let’s just cut to the chase. No matter how many squads Carleton adds to its six-team roster, I don’t think, and have never thought, that ultimate Frisbee can be considered a “real,” collegiate...

LDC. 12:00 pm on Wednesday afternoon. My friend and I were enjoying our typical weekday lunch when she leaned slightly over her plate and said she needed to get something off of her chest. “One of my...