Various members of the Chapman community reflect on “home” — whatever that is and whatever that conjures.
Mary Ellen (Zimmerman) Barnes ’50, an English graduate, describes her first evening in her new home on the Chapman campus, which in 1946 was on Vermont Avenue in Los Angeles.
Ash Stockemer ’14 says to California: “I want to give you my memories, and I want you to nod and understand me.”
Pico Iyer, a Distinguished Presidential Fellow at Chapman University, explores the new meanings of home in our mobile world.
Today, more than any time, arguably, since the Great Depression, the prospects for improved housing outcomes are dimming for both the American middle and working classes. We need to develop a sense of urgency about the growing problem.
Creative writing major Jessica Fry ’15 shares her idea of home.
Severiano Garza ’12 is sharing stories of people experiencing homelessness and creating portraits that he hopes will “encourage people to look at one of our nation’s most relevant problems in a deeper way.”
Thoughts of home usually come delivered in sensory packages — the smell of a baking pastry, the sight of a backyard oak tree, the feel of clean sheets against the skin — and for me, as a child, this wordless impression came from a sound.
Alexa Leigh Corbett ’15 discovered the beauty of language, and words became her sanctuary.
Chapman nestles into the community it calls home, helping to foster an academic village.