Evening dinners are the most important time of the day at the Clapp house. Bill ’87 and I work very hard to provide this together time despite my 18-year-old’s play rehearsals, my 15-year-old’s soccer practices, and my 12-year-old’s dance classes. Our dinners are lively,...
On a spectacular June evening, under a tent in his backyard, President Bro Adams hosted a delightful gathering for Colby alumni to help launch Reunion Weekend 2012. At the gathering, I had a chance to tell President Adams about the only other time I’d been to the president’s...
Antonio Mendez ’06 with friends at the presidential debate at the University of Denver.
The murmur of reporters died down in the Hamilton Gymnasium, a basketball and volleyball venue transformed into a media room for the first presidential debate at the University of Denver Oct...
A little while ago I received a Facebook message from a former student who was returning to Maine to visit family (all the way from Finland), and she wanted to know if she could show me some poems over coffee. Last week another former student wrote to tell me that her father, whom I’d...
Every new semester reminds me how awkward it is introducing myself. The first day of class is efficiently predictable since the players know the rules of the game by heart: professors know to distribute a syllabus, offer a course synopsis, and take questions; students know to let...
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment… ...
