Crimson staff writer

Molly L. Roberts

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Battles Worth Losing

A yes-vote for statehood in November would be a symbol, not a statute.

Columns

Matriculation to Mortality

Thinking of the end of our time at Harvard the same way we think of the end of our lives might seem morbid, and perhaps it is. Yet it’s also useful. A version of each of us seniors really is about to die.

Columns

American Nightmare

The xenophobic, authoritarian culture Trump has produced and promoted is potent, and it’s terrifying. Up against this America, a life of buttered scones and crumpets looks particularly rosy.

Columns

On Balance

The moment we begin to justify keeping something in our lives is the moment we should begin to understand that, maybe, it shouldn’t be there after all.

Columns

A House Divided

When the next campus controversy makes its way to Cambridge, we shouldn’t jerk our knees too hard—left or right.

DMZ Disney
Japan

DMZ Disney

DMZ
FM Travel Issue

DMZ

DMZ
Asia

DMZ Disney

The DMZ is full of contradictions.

Columns

Sisterhood Gone Sour

The notion of girl power shouldn’t be enough to keep every female Democrat worshipping at the altar of Hillary. But past and personal slip-ups that don’t jibe with our current conception of sisterhood shouldn’t be enough to keep us away, either.

Skipping Stones
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Skipping Stones

I'm very, very bad at skipping rocks.

Skipping Stones
Summer Postcards 2015

Skipping Stones

Nixon's resignation
Flyby Front Feature

Scandal: UC Election Edition

After weeks of twiddling their thumbs and amusing themselves with passing and petty political happenings like the national midterm elections, Harvard students finally have the chance to engage something that matters: the Undergraduate Council presidential race.

Op-Eds

Where Were You?

Each of us might remember where we were in one moment, but it’s scores of others that got us there.

Unlocking the Map
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Unlocking the Map

Unlocking the Map
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Unlocking the Map

I’m not the type to drop the H-bomb. D.C.-bombs, on the other hand, rain down from my lips almost daily.