One Last Time

It pains me that these words I wrote in 1992 still ring true today.

On George Floyd’s killing and racial injustice in America.

The frenzied moment when 5 Stanford seniors said adieu.

Wrapping up senior year with a mix of nostalgia, grief and gratitude.

Tell us those true stories you’ve been meaning to share.

A beachside bike path led me back to the Farm.

Undergrad fiction writers master the art of the speed-read.

Making new friends the awkward way.

How my students showed me the flip side of an Aesop's fable.

Reflecting on life’s randomness after a dire diagnosis.