Dear frosh: You truly do have a place at Stanford
Dear frosh, Your first quarter as a Stanford student is coming to a close. First and foremost, hooray! You got…
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Dear Diary: Sunny days in winter
Dear Diary, The wind outside has become cold and biting, dark and worrisome. But I can’t feel it, not even…
Dear Boomer: Get a life!
Fifty years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…
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…
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…
‘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…
‘Dear Boomer’: What should I even ask a boomer?
50 years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…
‘Dear Boomer’: What do I even do with my education?
50 years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…
Dear Boomer: Finding the ‘one’ and chasing balance
50 years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…