Solar Opposites

Reflecting on life’s randomness after a dire diagnosis.

by Dave Iverson

My on-campus housing was free and the envy of my friends. Then the weather changed.

by John Church

A successful author takes a second shot at the GRE, 40 years after the first.

by Martha Freeman

After my name, it’s probably the most special thing about me—and it’s used as a slur in Europe.

by Yanichka Ariunbold

Leland Stanford and I have one thing in common: railroad troubles.

by Chuck Fulkerson

I wish my husband could see how people remember him.

by Karen Law

These days, when I look at my home, I see the nightmare that could be.

by Melinda Sacks

How one tiny cactus boosted my will to give.

by David Schweidel

It all started when Anna wanted to study ants. Or did it?

by Judith L. Wagner

A community of writers taught me a lesson about trust.

by Shelley Ring Diamond