Lily Haight

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  • Family Style

    Family Style

    I live my life on social media these days. Scrolling through Twitter during the week leading up to Thanksgiving, in between all the articles about our uncertain future, I found a host of poorly written How-To’s, or rather How-Not-To’s, on bringing up politics at the Thanksgiving dinner table. Like with most things happening online and in real Read more

  • Story Day

    Story Day

    On the tail end of a week of disappointment, my professor declared it to be story day. In the library of the journalism building, where the tall windows showed the sprawling East Village and let the setting sun fall on our heads, each one of my classmates stood up and told a true story about Read more

  • Haiku Wednesday

    Haiku Wednesday

    Spent too much money At Union Square Green Market to cheer myself up. November 2nd made true with apple cider and a fresh made pie. Nearby a band played. For a second I re-fell in love with New York. Read more

  • Socrates Sculpture Park Thoughts

    When commuters come into Manhattan for work, its population of 1.6 million people doubles to about 3 million. During the weekday work hours, the other boroughs (Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, and Staten Island) empty out. Queens loses about 353,000 people. 353,001 if you count me, a recent addition to the Queens commuter population. When I’m Read more

  • Five Things

    Tea & toast Yesterday I was walking home from the subway and I thought to myself, “I had a really good day today.” It’s not that having a good day is unusual for me, but that moment of acknowledgment made me appreciate it more. I also realized that when I’m feeling good I don’t walk in a straight Read more

  • Truth-telling, witchcraft, bread-and-butter

    Truth-telling, witchcraft, bread-and-butter

    Friday night Judy and I were having a slumber party. Yes, it is possible to have a slumber party with someone you already live with. Just add: face masks, wine, deep talks. Eventually we ended up sprawled on Judy’s bed, reading through our old journals which were both hilarious and illuminating. Things are different since Read more