To pee or not to pee: My quest for the best bathroom on campus
I am currently writing to you from a toilet, while I stare at a framed image of an 18th-century gilded bronze clock. It features Cupid holding a sacrificial dove to a burning fire while a priestess’s arm stretches out above. It is an artistic rendition of the altar of Venus — opulent, rich and aristocratic. The frame is lit with…
Home is where my head is: Reflections from an only child of divorced parents
One of my earliest memories consists of me sitting in the beige back seat of my mom’s Mitsubishi Sedan, waiting in the Park & Ride lot in West Michigan. From what I recall, my mom stepped out of the car and walked over to talk to my dad. They spoke for three minutes or so. I couldn’t tell what they…
