Dear Diary: It was just a paper bag
This column combines the intimacy of a diary-like narrative with the writer’s own experiences of things little in life and…
Category: The Grind
Dear Boomer: Long Distance Love
Fifty years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…
A summer day in De Young, under the influence of Kehinde Wiley’s paintings
This summer, while I was living in the Bay Area, I visited a few of the art museums of San…
Within an Hour: Take a Hike
Break out of the bubble, slow your mind and escape the grind with stories of unique and relaxing places to…
‘The body speaks’: My frosh year assault, four years later
In this weekly creative nonfiction series, we explore themes of intimacy and sexual assault, as experienced by Stanford students. Storytellers…
How a Stanford squirrel broke into my dorm room and stole my nuts
Stanford students are a notable magnet for strange animal encounters. Everyone has or knows someone who has had an unbelievable…
Ben’s Column: Renaissance Man
Ben sets his sights on new frontiers of the navel — and sometimes beyond. One professor of Renaissance art, visiting…
‘Curry & Pepper’: Tangerines
An enthusiastic and self-indulgent journal about my discovery of and infatuation with Hong Kong cinema. This summer I went back home…
‘Dear Diary’: LIMBS
This column combines the intimacy of a diary-like narrative with the writer’s own experiences of things little in life and…
New Sensations: Mourning for Zion
I feel frozen. Numb. Heartbroken. I want to cry, but no tears form. I want to scream, but no sound…