Home Truths

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

by Emma Trotter

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

A memorial at Stanford Sierra Camp caught me by surprise.

by Mark Morodomi

I’m not ready to leave campus without leaving my mark.

by Annie C. Reller