I Can See Your Halo By Eleanor Marshall

If I were to try to diagram a breakdance set it might look something like a constellation—or more like a time lapse of rockets or shooting stars: a series of explosive flashes connected by blurry streaks of motion. There is … Continue reading

A Street View By Eleanor Marshall

When I first wrote about being from Iowa, I opened with this: “My roommate is from the City—which means she’s from New York City, and which, when you say it that way, means that you aren’t from there.” So it … Continue reading

To Bethel in Winter By Eleanor Marshall

It’s the day after Christmas and I’m moving to Bethel, Maine, in what feels like the middle of the night, but then again the sun sets early this far north.

Full of Wide Open Spaces By Eleanor Marshall

This essay was originally published in The Yale Daily News Magazine on November 27, 2012. My roommate is from the City—which means she’s from New York City, and which, when you say it that way, means that you aren’t from there. On … Continue reading