Pawfluencer Pip Iguana Pinto is making headlines again after trying the men’s litterbox at Pinto Tower. “It’s new and stainless steel. Mine’s plastic. Sexist,” she says. Known for viral antics like licking PetSmart treats without paying, Pinto isn’t phased by fame. When paparazzi appeared, she flashed her middle paw pad. “I want movies, shows, a podcast—everything,” she declares. Asked about Grumpy Cat, she shrugs: “Who?” There’s only one Pip—and she’ll pee wherever she wants

Resilience isn’t something you’re born with—it’s a choice. It’s the mindset that keeps you standing when life tries to knock you down. Being resilient means knowing your strengths, controlling your emotions, and adapting when things fall apart. Even the smallest effort—the mustard seed of “I won’t quit”—can carry you through. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about refusing to give up, no matter how hard it gets.

I’ve decided my life is a sociological experiment run by a bored grad student in heaven. My schedule defies logic; my coffee intake defies science. People say I’m “high functioning,” but really, I’m 47% competent, 38% guessing, and 15% strategic nodding. I am not a person—I am a concept powered by caffeine and chaos.

I wandered through a world of noise,  Where silence used to scream.  Each echo told a tale undone,  Each shadow held a painful wound. My heart longs for belonging and safety. The faces I pass blur into one endless crowd. Everyone seemed to know who they were and where they were supposed to be. Here I stood still, unable to move a muscle. Letting the world rush past me, wondering whether I will learn to move like them. In the end, the noise never became familiar. I remained a

SATIRE No one ever in the wildest dreams ever expects to be viewed as THAT person. The person who ends up experiencing such a tragic event that they are forever known by it. They are marked by the thing that happened to them, the thing that is so unspeakable, so… traumatic.  This is my story.  My daily walks are part of my special routine and it is something that I pride myself in; they're my way to decompress after a hard day crossing the road. My path is always the same fro

It’s 2:19 a.m., and the world is quiet—the kind of quiet that makes you hear everything. In that silence, I start thinking about the person I am when no one’s watching. Not the version people see, but the one who exists without pretending. The one who feels everything, questions everything, and just… is. Maybe that’s who we really are—the quiet version we meet in the dark when the noise fades. And for now, that feels like enough.

It all began on September 9 at 8 p.m., when I discovered what I thought was a leak in my bathroom ceiling. Standing in a puddle with wet socks, I looked up—only to meet the beady gaze of a squirrel peering through the air vent and politely introducing itself by peeing on my freshly cleaned floor.

To my peers, and to my community, It was winter break, December 2024 and while my mind was reeling from months of late rent payments and struggles with college courses, my mother surprised me for Christmas with a flight to North Carolina. She moved months ago, and what little she knew of my struggle on campus, she knew less of my struggle on my own. I was scared to step away from so much responsibility, even for a few days. My mother’s worry is worse than any anxiety. I could

I let my anger get the best of me. Just like him. There are no words to describe being compared to someone your memories villainize. Though I knew my father beyond the anger, having one of your first memories of someone be something so traumatic doesn’t set a great tone, especially when you see them once a yNineteen. The last year of one's teens. The last chance to be a kid before the impending doom of your twenties begins to sink in. The age I am now and the age my father wa

I have a complicated relationship with the winged insect known as the bee. It’s a tale that stems from childhood fears and eventually extends through maturating adulthood.  On the fourth of July when I was young, our deck at home had been cleared of a huge bees nest. I trusted my father when he said it was safe, so I naively thought all the bees were gone. Yet I stepped on one, and it wiggled right in between my toes and stung me. Childhood glorifies good memories into hazy d

Whether it is misremembering or a sickening form of nostalgia, something sinister hangs over memories of movies from our youth.  Never in my life has any current movie given me the same sense of primal fear as some childhood movies have given me. The heart racing and stomach sinking feeling that films like “Where the Wild Things Are” and “James and the Giant Peach” have given me have not been matched by any modern horror movie I have watched recently.  Yes, “Where the W

My weight enters the room before I do. It doesn’t matter if I’m having a good hair day. It doesn’t matter if I walk in with a smile on my face. It doesn’t matter if I’m wearing makeup. My body is the first thing people always notice. The first time I noticed I was different was when I was five. I was going on the bus to school and made friends with two twin sisters. The seat I sat in that day became my assigned seat on the bus. I didn’t know the choice I made would turn out t

I’m a huge food person. I love eating, I love cooking, and I love finding places that make me feel like life is just a little better after every bite. New Haven is known for its pizza, and it deserves the hype, but there’s so much more to eat here. Between school, shoots and long editing nights, these spots have become my go-tos. They’re the kind of places that feed both your stomach and your soul. OhK-Dog New Haven 21 Broadway, New Haven, Conn. 06511 If you’ve walked near th

Throughout human history, people have always been curious about stories involving ghosts, spirits and the supernatural. Cultures around the world have their own version of these tales and stories of the unseen that linger between life and death. A ghost is often described as the soul of a person who died but can’t move on for some reason. Sometimes they appear like shadows or figures, other times they are heard through noises, whispers or footsteps.

Jade Dream Edwards-Figueroa. It's 24 letters, 25 characters that define who I am. Without a name I am simply just someone. I could be...

It’s 1:38 a.m., and outside my window the wind sways softly, making the trees sound like they’re whispering. In the dim glow of the screen, my mind drifts past this house and this world, reaching for the edges of reality where the multiverse might begin.

When I first met you, it was the kind of unexpected meeting we read about in romantic books.  It was never about looks.  It was the way...

Fandoms, often dismissed as “cringe” or embarrassing, provide a space for self-expression, creativity, and community, allowing fans to celebrate the stories and characters they love through fanart, cosplay, writing, and discussion. Projects like Red Hood: Resurrection and artists such as @hiikeu show that fandom dedication can result in high-quality, meaningful contributions that enrich both the original content and the communities that cherish it.

There are many museums in New York, and the one I was most familiar with as a kid was the American Museum of Natural History. You know,...

What I have with my pets is a bond that goes beyond words. My car drives down the road near my house and my cat senses I’m nearby. She...

Photos by Elisa Broche @eyesofeg When I first met Sydney, she was tucked into her own little world: a beanie pulled low, a hood covering...

Dear Diary, When I was a little girl, my father was my hero. I admired him more than anyone in my little world. He was everything to me....

I flirted with failure and it became my first ever talking stage. It wasn’t my intention, but it happened. What started out as casual...

It’s 2:11 a.m. and I’m lying awake, thinking about the Goldilocks Zone. The narrow space where life can exist. Earth sits perfectly in that balance. Too close to the sun and we’d burn, too far and we’d freeze. Maybe our lives have Goldilocks Zones too. Moments where things line up just right. Not forced, not delayed. Just… right.

“I am never going to have children.” That’s what I always said — until I started working at a before-school program with my mom. What began as a job I took just for the money turned into the best part of my day, as the kids slowly won me over and taught me that caring for them didn’t mean losing my freedom... it meant finding purpose.

Mural above APNH check-in desk. Credit - Patch Bowen, Horseshoe Magazine 2025 Early into Hartford Healthcare’s partnership with the...

It’s 2:03 a.m. My window is cracked open, and the longer I stay up, the more I lose precious sleep time. Still, my thoughts keep me...

When I’m alone in my car, the world melts away. I crank the music, the bass shakes the seats, and for a little while, I’m free to just be myself.

or the first time at a concert without my phone, I saw the stage not a sea of screens. Nearly 14,000 eyes focused on the band, the crowd connected in ways no recording could capture, and I realized some memories are meant to be lived, not filmed.

“In Connecticut, we don’t inject politics into private family medical decisions, and we don’t let adults bully our kids. It’s that simple.”

If you’re a freshman stepping off that plane with a suitcase in one hand and dreams in the other, welcome. You’re a Global Charger carrying not just textbooks, but your culture, your memories, and your hopes across borders. This will be the hardest and the best time of your life, and you are stronger than you think.

In Mallory Square, an iguana named Elaine basks under the sun, oblivious to the world’s troubles. Named after a 'Seinfeld' character by an ice cream vendor, she lives a routine life far removed from ocean acidification or territory disputes just rocks, sun, and the slow shuffle of her fellow iguanas.

By: Haiden Leach Some foreground for this piece comes from the classrooms of the University of New Haven. I took an unexpected class for...

Contributing Writer Gabriella Pinto I’m not a religious person. For context, the only times I’ve recently been in a church were for...

Contributing Writer  Michael Crowley It’s 1:47 AM. The world is quiet again—too quiet, really. The kind of stillness that pulls strange...

Contributing Writer Djemima Duvernat I am here to point a finger at social media, our mothers, and our education system because, yes,...

The neck of a yellow excavator foots the bottom of a scene located in the Meat-Packing district of a bustling Manhattan, the smells of Chelsea Market wafting over. Shadows consume the urban landscape, lining every automobile and defining every storefront. Bright, vibrant colors contrast the darkness, fighting for their time with the viewer’s eye.

This week's entry is a little shorter, only because I'm kind of struggling to grapple with reality. It's been hard to think about the fact that I'm leaving the place I've called home for five years.

Neil Diamond sets out on a journey across the U.S. to look at how Hollywood has portrayed Native Americans in movies. He talks with historians, actors, and indigenous people to understand how these portrayals have shaped public opinion.

The definition of the word “family” is “the basic unit in society traditionally consisting of two parents rearing their children,” according to Merriam-Webster.  But families are complicated. What about half-siblings? And can you still call someone a member of your family even if you’re estranged?

Silver dollar pancakes have nothing on you. Neither does this greasy spoon, In all its glory with that big gumball machine With its swirl

Based on Margaret Atwood’s 1985 novel of the same name, “The Handmaid’s Tale” premiered as a television series on Hulu in April 2017. Create

Resident assistants, or RAs, are described on the University of New Haven website as playing “an integral role in our community by...

In 2013, Tom Hiddleston, the actor who portrays Loki in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, made this comment in the middle of a press tour for t

= It had been nearly four years since that evening in the kitchen. Time had not dulled the memory—it remained vivid, like heat trapped...

University was a fresh start, a world full of opportunity just waiting for me to dive in. I stepped onto campus bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

Is it possible for one person to have lived many lives? I know cats have nine lives, but humans have just one. One life to love, one life

Written by Managing Editor Haiden Leach. Graphics and photography also by Leach.

Have you ever wondered what racism is like firsthand? This is my experience.