My husband and I heard a woman screaming “Help me! Help me!” outside on the street. I grabbed my phone, ran down the stairs and out on the street. Worst part of this decision? I did not put on my shoes.
The students will be returning next month to the University of Chicago graduate residents hall — a concrete, flat-roofed pavilion-like building that cuts an unusual figure on the southern edge of the campus.
For those of us too busy to read the great poet, here's McSweeny's Emily Dickinson Reader. Paul LeGault has transposed each of Dickinson's poems into one-line renderings — perfect for the age of musings in 140 characters or less.