Denise Petry claims she’s clairvoyant, but can this accountant-cum-psychic take stock of your future?

Denise Petry. You don’t have to be a psychic to grasp that accounting can be boring. Not just makes-you-wanna-tap-your-foot-’cause-there’s-nothing-better-to-do boring, but would-rather-watch-a-snail-crawl-a-marathon, potential-cure-for-insomnia, start-hearing-voices-that-nobody-else-can boring. Denise Petry, who worked as an accountant for 20 years, often hears those voices, but not in the way that will get you locked up. In fact, she started hearing them long before the number crunching and checkbook managing had a chance to erode her sanity. They don’t tell her specific things like, “Joe, the guy at the Deli counter. . . Read more
Haley Cohen
Driving in Circles

A New Haven cabbie who knows the roads.

Ray Joyner pulls his cab up to the New Haven Hotel at the intersection of Temple and George Streets in response to a call from a customer looking to travel a few blocks to Union Station. Because New Haven is a busy city, especially during rush hour, there’s nowhere to pull over to wait for the customer to appear. So Joyner decides to drive around the block instead. But New Haven’s grid, filled with one-way streets, does not make circling easy. Joyner continues heading southeast. . . Read more
Julia Fisher
Helping Alice

Practice how to fasten the orange Do Not Resuscitate bracelet.

If you came here to watch someone die, you came to the right place. If you came here to help, grab a pair of gloves. “I’m a mess today,” Alice calls as you enter her home. Blinds up. Heated bathroom light on. Pants, sweater, blouse, camisole, underwear (lined with a day pad), wool socks: lay them on top of the washing machine in the bathroom. Place the walker at the bedside and scoop up a pair of speckled legs thinner than your forearm. After a. . . Read more
Laura Gottesdiener
Net Gain

Artist William Lamson asks us to reconsider our standards.

The pocket park on the corner of Chapel and Orange seems more like a concrete wasteland than an art gallery. The gravel entrance gives way to unkempt patches of green and yellow grass.  Flanked on three sides by a large brick wall, the area is dark even when the sun is out.  The air is thick with the dust of nearby construction, and the park provides no shelter from the sounds of the street just a few feet away. But then, there it is: a. . . Read more
Jane Long
No Haven

Iraqi refugees living in New Haven face difficulty finding work, homes, and even getting picked up at the airport. Two organizations want that to change.

You may know Little Addis Ababa in Washington, D.C. or the Little Armenia of Los Angeles (otherwise known as the city of Glendale), but you probably haven’t thought of New Haven as a Little Baghdad. Over the last three years, however, approximately 180 Iraqis have arrived in New Haven—now considered an “Iraqi location” by the State Department—as the United States has finally begun to address the refugee crisis it helped create. Will Hunting, an Iraqi refugee living in New Haven, waited a year and a. . . Read more
Helena Malchione
Nest Eggs

In backyards across New Haven, residents are hatching a fowl plan.

From the sidewalk, Vince Kay’s house is indistinguishable from any other on its block in New Haven’s East Rock neighborhood—white paint, two stories, a modest porch out front.  Walk past the green Jeep and white Izuzu parked in the driveway, however, and you may wonder whether you mistakenly wound up in New Haven, Vermont, a town of 1700 near the western border of the Pine Tree State.  Through the window of a weathered, wooden barn with a plaque reading “Farm Bureau Member” lies a collection. . . Read more
Laura Blake
In the Red

From music with a mission to music for music’s sake: can the Yale Russian Chorus stay relevant in the post-Soviet age?

In front of the lofty pillars and gleaming organ inside Dwight Chapel stand some twenty young, tuxedoed men arranged in a two-tiered crescent. Watching them expectantly is an audience of Yale undergraduates, graduate students with small children, and elderly men and women whispering in Russian or Ukrainian. A moment later the audience falls silent as a pure, solemn chord fills the Chapel. The sound, full and mysterious, is built of a deep, broad bass note supporting a middle baritone, with a bright tenor floating above.. . . Read more
Marissa Grunes
History is Our Present

Coeducation at 40: Reflections from three generations of Yale women.

“I think you have to remember the historical moment when we arrived.” –Julia Preston, YC’73 Julia Preston was one of roughly 500 females accepted into the first co-educational class at Yale. At the time, being a woman at Yale was just one of a handful of things that were seen as politically and experientially important events of the year. As Preston reminded me, “We were in the throes of the Vietnam war. The country was in tumult.” Campuses nationwide were abuzz with dissent and protest.. . . Read more
Hannah Zeavin
Covering Annie Le

How the media turned a campus tragedy into national news.

“One. Two. One-two-three-four.” Just after 8 p.m. on September 14, an amplified message cracked the silence of thousands of mourners gathered on Cross Campus to commemorate Annie Le MED ’13, whose body had been recovered the previous afternoon from the basement of 10 Amistad Street. Alongside the solemn addresses of Yale University President Richard Levin, University Chaplain Sharon Kugler, and Le’s roommate, Natalie Powers, emerged a parallel broadcast of “TESTING” messages, camera clicks, and the shuffling  of television crews from the loudspeakers. Undergraduate and graduate. . . Read more
Elsie Kenyon