At first the letter seemed ordinary enough, but when I read the opening line—I was hooked. “Quite out of the blue, I’m writing to let you know that your mention of Mary Stewart Webster, class of 1855, in last September’s (2013) convocation address had an…... » Read more
It’s hard-wired into me. There comes a moment in late July when I begin thinking about the start of school. The days grow a bit shorter. I start counting precious summer weekends. And then there are all those back-to-school television commercials that still make me…... » Read more
I have a confession to make. Until a few months ago, I had never been to the Emily Dickinson Museum. I know, I know, it’s indefensible. My wobbly excuse is that I’m a little like Parisians who’ve never taken in the Eiffel Tower or New Yorkers…... » Read more
"You can’t go home again,” novelist Thomas Wolfe tells us. But recently, I did. Last fall I returned to 103 Dickinson House—my old dorm room. It was my first time back in more than thirty years. Like many of you, I have indelible memories of…... » Read more
