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For a while, I knew where they were. The flags, three of them, that were received when my parents and my older brother became naturalized citizens. I don’t know where they are now. I never had one, because I was born here.

At our 1973 commencement, 426 seniors listened as Shirley Chisholm wove her hard-fought “firsts” into a message for us about activism, laced with bold truths. That day, her powerful words propelled me into our generation’s revolutionary times. How would I live up to her charge?

At 24, it seems like a lot of overt “Picture Ahead!” signs are right behind me. Like a road trip, college has a beginning and a destination. After has a beginning, too. But then it’s a series of vaguely defined experiences that make me feel like a tourist taking a photo I could get a better version of on a postcard.

Super-recognizers are able to identify people, often out of context, even if they haven’t seen them for 10, 20, or even 30 years. Some uber-super-recognizers can recognize a face after having seen it only once, or when seeing only part of a face. Carolyn Kott Washburne ’65 says she’s good, but not that good.

I was cooking pasta in my Portland, Maine, apartment late on the evening of Wednesday, Oct. 25, after a few hours trying to make progress on a dataset for a story on pharmacies. At 8:29...

At her 50th reunion, an alumna remembers what it was like to be part of the largest cohort of Black students ever admitted to Wellesley.

After a surprisingly rigorous application process through Mainely Rat Rescue, a flurry of online ordering, and a Sunday drive to Connecticut, Catherine Caruso ’10 and her wife are officially rat moms to three pet rats.

I could point out the shy glances across the room that signaled a match in the making. Knew the right words to send in a text to make one sound both aloof and interested. In my mind’s eye, I was a coach of sorts. A coach with no real-life experience.

My mom said if she died and the house caught fire, I should go into the basement and save the negatives. The ability to reprint the family photos mattered more than the photos themselves.