Returning from the Street: What did she say about you?
Perceived Aristocrat: She said I don’t seem like someone who would mingle with the poor.

The Heritage Foundation, the Whig-Clio election watch party, and Princeton’s place in the conservative orbit

The political attachments and detachments of Princeton Pro-Life in the face of the general election

On September 30, 2024, during a Council of the Princeton University Community (CPUC) meeting, two dozen pro-Palestine protesters gathered off to the side of the room, tape over their mouths. They held paper signs with slogans such as “Princeton your hands are red,” “Anti-Zionism ≠ antisemitism,” and “drop the charges” — the latter a reference to…

SPRING On one day you may come across a trumpet fanfare heralding a US president; on another, a woman meditating cross-legged under a tree; and perhaps on Halloween, the touch of a phantom hand. Rows of neatly arranged headstones stand next to the boulevard of trees stretching softly into the sky. Now and then you…

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

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

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

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


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

“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.”

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 as lips on neck. Later only rainy weather.

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 tag their reflections with a date and time in an attempt to track the progression…

“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.”

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 out in blue pen. At night I turn into branches and leaves and things…
Returning from the Street: What did she say about you?
Perceived Aristocrat: She said I don’t seem like someone who would mingle with the poor.