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A love letter written with, and in response to the song “To Love, but from Afar”, my love song to St. Lawrence. Writing this feels like I’m adding footnotes to a love letter. To be fair, in many ways I am. Now, this is not a Genius…

This post is available courtesy of the Weave News' series titled Surviving PWIs for POC. It’s Monday morning. I’m in my politics class, and our profesor has broken us into groups to dive deeper into the discussion topic. Of the 5 of us…

Edited by Hamidou Sylla and Ramon Veras. Few moments in my life have filled me with so much drive and dedication -- while at the same time leaving me so devastated. I write this with my mind cycling through the countless corporate…

Edited by Ramon Veras and Michael Paulino. As some of us march in protest, take to social media, and/or donate to organizations that speak to our values, we are beginning to recognize that some of our organized institutions do not…

The morning sun shone through the big windows in the kitchen as Gloucester’s bright reds, oranges, and yellows of October reflected off of Stillington pond like a famous Monet. Four siblings gathered in the kitchen. My uncle Buff, the…

“After I got off Survivor, I won the million dollars, gave it to my first wife and she still has it. So that’s the bad news,” Robert Crowley jokes to me, wearing an aged, blue Survivor buff. “The good…

Back at St. Lawrence, a close friend from abroad sits in alone his dorm room in Sykes, taking online classes and completing homework assignments under the fluorescent lights. Zejian, an international student from…

“I just want to buy some FUCKING MILK!” pleads the red-sweatered man, his black metal pushcart rolling slowly away from the entrance of the supermarket. “I just want to buy some milk.”  No entrance without a face cover or…