Even the occasional football player in Dewick has put down his fork in defeat, unable to finish what’s in front of him. It’s easy to see how Tufts students could be tempted to put too much on their plates—on any given night in the Tufts dining halls, students are presented with vegan options, vegetarian options,
Author: Tess Ross-Callahan
I told my first story to a stuffed rabbit. Maybe you told yours to your ceiling as you lay on your back, resolutely refusing to take a nap, or maybe it was to your sister, who had been ignoring you too often after starting second grade. No matter who or what your audience was, you
I never told anyone that the first night my son came home with a boy, I didn’t speak to him for three weeks. The second time, I threw him out of the house. You have to understand, I wasn’t raised to talk about things. Talking, talk talk talk, it’s all over the news now as
When Arthur was 17 years old, he escaped his father by going for long swims. The water would close over him and he would blow out his air, little bits at a time, until he sank to the bottom and the muck slicked his feet and ankles. When the burning in his chest became too
A woman on the academic quad is talking to her baby. “Look at the trees, Nathan!” she trills, pointing at the stacks of gold and red leaves collecting on the grass. “So pretty. Mommy loves fall because of pumpkins, cozy sweaters, and the pretty leaves! Mommy also loves dressing Nathan up on Halloween…” The child
In the world of brand names, Escalators—or, should I say, Escalator-brand power-driven stair systems—are a cautionary tale. Theirs is not a unique story, either. Far from it. In vernacular English, Thermos has replaced vacuum flask, Dumpster has replaced trash receptacle, and Q-Tip has replaced cotton swab. The process, something wildly feared by many brands, is
From the day I met him, I knew he liked fancy language. That’s hardly an unusual trait in the Tufts community; on my way to class this morning, I overheard obfuscate, copuis, and heteronormativity. And I’m guilty of this behavior, too: using especially long or complex words is as satisfying and delicious as the crunch
Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor woke up one morning in 1996 with a terrible headache, but she decided to get on her cardio glider anyway. Since she didn’t experience pain that often, she figured that the best way to deal with it was to ignore it. They say that doctors make the worst patients, and based
There’s a thirteen-year-old boy at a sleep-away camp in California, and he’s getting ready for bed. “Hey,” he says to his new roommate, pointing to a pair of fleece sweatpants on the floor. “Can you pass me my nightsuit?” His roommate looks at him with incredulous eyes. “Your what?” “My nightsuit,” the boy responds, oblivious.