Letter From The Editor

The theme of this semester’s last issue of the Observer, growth, lends itself exceedingly well to what I hope to articulate in this letter. For me, growth evokes my favorite color of forest green, the tapestry I bought at the beginning of my first year at Tufts, and of course, the three and a half years I have spent writing and editing for the magazine you hold in your hands. 

The tiny computer lab where we produce the Observer every fortnight has been the site of the most meaningful work I have done in college. It’s meaningful to me because it’s meaningful to other people. We make individuals feel seen and heard, we unearth necessary information, and we carve out a space for both reflection and celebration.

I am so proud to have led a staff that attacks every obstacle with so much bravery and enthusiasm. There is nothing quite like the way you guys burst into this [half attic, half time capsule] every two weeks, carrying your snacks for sharing and your sketches and your smiles. And when you leave in the wee hours of the morning, you’ve made something that is both gorgeous and powerful. 

I have two last thank yous to share before I recede into retirement. To you! Our readers, who expend time on this magazine, who pick it up or search it up, who challenge what we write and enjoy what we create. Without you, our growth would have no purpose or direction. 

And to my managing editor, Owen. If anyone has pushed me this semester to think more critically and more carefully, while also making me laugh hysterically, it is you. In my letter for Issue One, I wrote that being Editor-in-Chief was one of the greatest honors of my life. I realized early on that I was wrong. It’s actually been creating this magazine with you. 

With so much gratitude and love,

Lena Novins-Montague

2 thoughts on “Letter From The Editor

  1. Oh, Lena, lurking in the background of the Internet, I’ve watched with wonder as you’ve grown as a writer and a person who’s rapidly heading toward the next stage of your journey. I remember the first time I saw you running down the hall at Cory in a black velvet dress and your eagerness to grow and learn a few years later in second grade. Even then it was apparent that we had a writer in our midst who had opinions and imagination and a willingness to pick up a pencil and paper to share them. I sit here smiling, thinking of how lucky our world is to have young people like you coming of age.

    1. Mrs. Inman!! It is so wonderful to hear from you, and your words have truly warmed my heart. I have never forgotten the things I learned in the second grade from you; our unit on poetry was one of the greatest gifts of all. Thank you so much for reading ❤️

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