Every autumn, I find myself admiring nature’s brazen signs of change: leaves cascading from their branches, the hues of orange and red, a crisp breeze in the air. There is evidence of change everywhere, underneath our feet and above our heads, always happening and always on the horizon.
What is there to say about Paris that hasn’t been said already? The rumors are true: Parisians strut around with baguettes peeking out of brown paper bags, breathe more cigarette smoke than air, and take politeness very seriously. The city pigeons coo and peck at croissant flakes underneath café ...
It is September 2025, and I am having a spiritual experience at TD Garden of all places. Almost 20,000 people surround me, jumping up and down, screaming, “In your car, the radio up / In your car, the radio up.” I feel beads of sweat form on my face, and I’m probably bumping into the person next ...
There’s no feeling quite like returning to my hometown after being away at college. When I begin to recognize my surroundings again, when I notice the road I took to get to my high school job, when I see the familiar trees lining my block: It’s like being born again. It’s simultaneously beautiful ...
This summer, I reread Sally Rooney’s sophomore novel, Normal People, for the first time in four years. The first time I read it, I finished it in one sitting and fell in love, but didn’t completely understand why. Was I supposed to love the main characters? Hate them? Root for them? I reread the ...
Solutions by The State News
