Mythic Quest

Through my daughter, my own roots are growing.

by Jill Patton

The landlord was delighted to hear from us—until we met her in person.

by John Howard

I’ve found a little Stanford in Big Sky Country.

by Emma Trotter

A scientist and a cosmic cabbie land on common ground.

by Sarah Gibson

Mark no longer recognizes me, but the bond between us is unbreakable.

by Stan Wilson

When I was a senior, I took Sand Hill Road all the way home to Missouri.

by Anne Sutton Canfield

How I learned to swim in the Stanford pond.

by Lisa Ing

The best advice came not from me but from my frosh-to-be.

by Tony Tong

It was never about science or physiology, says this recent graduate of the School of Medicine.

by Nadine Jawad

I took a leap. My community was there to catch me.

by Michael Copperman