Tag: Dear

  • ‘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 has changed since then, one thing has remained constant: our humanness. We still search for meaning and need connection. We still have dreams and we still screw up. In the last 50 years, as I’ve changed careers and…

  • 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 has changed since then, one thing has remained constant: our humanness. We still search for meaning and need connection. We still have dreams and we still screw up. In the last 50 years, as I’ve changed careers and…

  • 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 things big: politics and culture.  Dear Diary, The revolution will occur on a Thursday. At least that’s what the apples in the brown wicker basket in the dining hall told me, and apples don’t lie. …

  • 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 has changed since then, one thing has remained constant: our humanness. We still search for meaning and need connection. We still have dreams and we still screw up. In the last 50 years, as I’ve changed careers and…

  • ‘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 things big: politics and culture.  Dear Diary, I’m thankful for my limbs. I really am. But sometimes — and I’m sorry, I know I should be proud and grateful and introspective on things like this,…

  • ‘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 has changed since then, one thing has remained constant: our humanness. We still search for meaning and need connection. We still have dreams and we still screw up. In the last 50 years, as I’ve changed careers and…