Author: Mary Proffit Kimmel (Mary Proffit Kimmel)

My mom informs me that being a housewife is more than painting your nails and eating bonbons. She volunteers, takes care of my grandmother, sings in the church choir, and is a full-time law partner. I thought being a housewife meant just baking and singing Frank Sinatra to yourself in the kitchen. In my efforts...

It took me until my senior year to realize that my mom was right.

When my grandmother heard he was from Nebraska, she called him a “damn Yankee.” She is still bitter than I didn’t go to school south of the Mason-Dixon line.  My decision to go to Hillsdale was a slap in the face to her.  She couldn’t understand and asked, indignant, “Aren’t any of our schools good...

N o one ever reads on Reading Day. Instead, they end up eating cookies and sledding. And the people who do try to study, like me, hate themselves for not having fun. I always end up locked in Kendall Hall staring at a wall, torturing myself about “Othello.” A devil appears on my shoulder, beckoning...