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Closest to the Solution: The Story and Legacy of Princeton’s Prison Teaching Initiative

A Second Look writer speaks with formerly incarcerated students, PTI educators, and Princeton administrators about the resilience of the program

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Q&A: Eliza Griswold on Journalism in a New Trump Era

A Pulitzer-Prize-winning professor talks electoral reporting and the journalistic horizon

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The Ripple Effect: Yue Yin’s Eras of Creation

A Nass writer reconsiders the classical recounts her experience working with a celebrated choreographer at the Princeton Dance Festival

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I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight: Full Design

The sun is setting, and the Nass is getting out of here. We still have a few tricks up our sleeve. 

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Babushka’s Angel

“The angel flew first on her golden wings to the yelka.”

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Having a Childhood Dog May Improve Your Health

A Nass writer works out how early interspecies contact might improve immune system development

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The Lobby Prince

“No price is listed on the website. I’m reminded of one of my mother’s more pessimistic maxims: sometimes, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it.”

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At the movies

Tissue paper face held over a match. Night dangles from rafters, perfume   chemicals burn. Daylight burns like faces on the screen skin-soft, bleached   and bloody. Picture this: grey background, rose buds flailing. Narrow angles   abstract and brief … Read More

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Lag Time Blues

The week before the United States general election, we solicited short-form narrative nonfiction submissions from the Nassau Weekly community. We hoped to gather and serialize scenes, images, and glimpses from Election Day and the following week. We asked writers to … Read More

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Partir C’est Mourir un Peu

“Her grandmother had taken her to a psychiatrist once. She was seven years old at the time, and it had been the first Monday of the school year.”

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Sacramento, 2018

The sidewalk outside is wet. So is my swing hanging from the orange tree branches, and my pink boots by the door that hurt.  I like to draw the same picture over and over, a different bedroom from mine scratched … Read More

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it is late october and i thought i was falling in love three weeks ago

(There’s something off about this moment, a beauty mark on the day. I’m feeling small and alone, far away from home and homesick for my car.)   it is late october and a discarded napkin  swirls in the wind, imitating … Read More

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