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This year, sitting at the media table in the big white tent on Severance Green, I was especially nostalgic. My classmate Jocelyn Benson ’99, secretary of state of Michigan, delivered the commencement address to the class of 2023—another yellow class, serendipitously.
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The Wellesley community is full of nationally recognized changemakers and people who are just trying to get by, taking care of themselves and their loved ones as best they can under challenging circumstances. Often, those alums are one and the same.
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On Jan. 15, 2010, I lurched out of bed at 7 a.m. and maneuvered my hugely pregnant self to the bathroom. In the dim hallway, I suddenly felt warm wetness on my legs, and saw a puddle forming on our uneven hardwood floor. My water had broken.
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My friends and I lived in Stone-Davis our senior year. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t our first choice. Stone-Davis was so decrepit that the College planned a gut renovation of the building right after spring semester finals that year.
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One of the many times Madeleine Korbel Albright ’59 returned to Wellesley was ahead of the opening of the traveling exhibit Read My Pins: Stories from a Diplomat’s Jewel Box at the Davis Museum in...
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When I arrived at Wellesley in 1995, I was pre-med, which my friends find hard to believe now. My interest had more to do with my enthusiasm for the early years of the NBC drama E.R. —which I watched with many other Freemanites in our head of house’s apartment every Thursday—than with any aptitude for medicine.
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One of my favorite features of my new office, which I moved into in November when I was named editor of Wellesley, is the bookcase of bound volumes of magazines going back to the first issue in October 1916.