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I Choose

I Choose I am not angry anymore I am putting my guns down throwing away my cigarettes so to give life to these flowers which I’m about to bend down and lace through with my tired fingers Feeling the stem,

vg_field of poppies

I Choose

I Choose I am not angry anymore I am putting my guns down throwing away my cigarettes so to give life to these flowers which I’m about to bend down and lace through with my tired fingers Feeling the stem,

The Secret, Part 2

This post is second in a 3-part series by 2001 grad Jillian. Read her first post here.  September 1, 2011, a response to an experience with Emotional Freedom Technique Even though I’m afraid to tell my family I’m gay, I

The Secret, Part 2

This post is second in a 3-part series by 2001 grad Jillian. Read her first post here.  September 1, 2011, a response to an experience with Emotional Freedom Technique Even though I’m afraid to tell my family I’m gay, I

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Dont ask and I wont tell you

Spoken word poem by Jess ’08. First performed during OneWheaton homecoming in October 2011

jess-dont-ask-screenshot

Dont ask and I wont tell you

Spoken word poem by Jess ’08. First performed during OneWheaton homecoming in October 2011

Alma Mutter

Alma Mutter: Not with a bang, not with a whimper, but with a full-bodied whine. Alma Mutter is by Wheaton friends Scott and Liz, exploring the weirdness and wonderfulness of their life trajectories and offering whatever wisdom they can. They hope to make

Alma Mutter

Alma Mutter: Not with a bang, not with a whimper, but with a full-bodied whine. Alma Mutter is by Wheaton friends Scott and Liz, exploring the weirdness and wonderfulness of their life trajectories and offering whatever wisdom they can. They hope to make

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Why 1W: An Ally Mother’s View

On Thursday, my two sons, ages eight and three, knelt at the coffee table, coloring in their separate coloring books (both Star Wars related, of course). My three-year-old, Emerson, absently picked up a crayon without looking at it and then,

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Why 1W: An Ally Mother’s View

On Thursday, my two sons, ages eight and three, knelt at the coffee table, coloring in their separate coloring books (both Star Wars related, of course). My three-year-old, Emerson, absently picked up a crayon without looking at it and then,

The Secret

This is the first in a three-part series written by 2001 grad Jillian. Coming out has been a long and fractured process.  In my Portland circles and with my closest friends, I’ve lived freely and openly for many years.  In

The Secret

This is the first in a three-part series written by 2001 grad Jillian. Coming out has been a long and fractured process.  In my Portland circles and with my closest friends, I’ve lived freely and openly for many years.  In

Life on the Water

Fulfilling a crazy dream a friend and I had concocted during our senior year at Wheaton, we spent four weeks traveling more than 270 miles by kayak last summer. Each day we paddled as far as the weather and our

Life on the Water

Fulfilling a crazy dream a friend and I had concocted during our senior year at Wheaton, we spent four weeks traveling more than 270 miles by kayak last summer. Each day we paddled as far as the weather and our

A Theologian’s Tale: Happily Gay and Christian

The Rev. Jay Emerson Johnson, PhD, ‘83 One of the top three moments in my spiritual journey as a Christian is when I came out as a gay man. Put another way, that “moment” of coming out was a significant

A Theologian’s Tale: Happily Gay and Christian

The Rev. Jay Emerson Johnson, PhD, ‘83 One of the top three moments in my spiritual journey as a Christian is when I came out as a gay man. Put another way, that “moment” of coming out was a significant

Poem for Myhre

Poem for Myhre I want to write a poem for Myhre, to tell her the things that I’ve learned since then. Then, of course, being the day she handed me the letter saying: “God, Camp, I made you look better

Poem for Myhre

Poem for Myhre I want to write a poem for Myhre, to tell her the things that I’ve learned since then. Then, of course, being the day she handed me the letter saying: “God, Camp, I made you look better