And then I told him what twenty-something me took away from watching Anita Hill, although I could not have articulated it then.
For our campus, this moment is a reckoning, a time to face the difficult realities that echo through our buildings, bubble up on our quadrangles, and that have remained hidden for far too long.
Okay Mom. Will do.
Bless the ships at sea and the boys and girls in khaki.
As my mother was dying, I came across the picture that accompanies this post, a picture I’d never seen before. I’ve looked at it over
Granted such a desire may seem strange. After all, it’s not 1964 and I am not a woman who spends time carefully preparing for a leisurely day of bridge and shopping. These days the dressing table seems a relic from another time, full of memories perhaps, but in no way a necessity.