On behalf of the Chapman University Alumni Association Board of Directors, it’s my pleasure to invite you back to campus for the Chapman Family Homecoming Celebration , coming up Friday, October 2 through Sunday, October 4 . We can’t wait to welcome you home - we’ve got a great weekend planned for alumni! Homecoming is the perfect
Nature has many thrills to offer. When we are out in the wild, we face challenges quite unlike those in our urban lives. Through these challenges, we add color to our lives and often learn how vulnerable we are in the path of nature’s ever-changing state. This is a story about how I learned these
College is such a unique time of life. For many, it’s a time of low stress, exploring potential career paths, and discovering what we’re truly passionate about. Looking back on the years I spent at Chapman, I have nothing but fond memories, a past filled with great adventures, and a whole lot of learning experiences.
While rummaging through some old documents today, I came across a letter I wrote while applying for a scholarship through the program I was to study abroad with in Paris. I completely forgot I wrote it, but it was just the surprise I needed. I read this letter and knew I wrote it, but it
“The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.” – Jack Kerouac Nature has always served as external connective tissue between my head and heart; a fulcrum of balance in my life. When I was small it saturated my existence with color through pockets
“Hot Pizza/Cold Beer” said the black and white sign. “Last Chance” is what that metal sign said in all 24 of our young minds, as we questioned the next 11 days before us. The potentially gluttonous invitation for hot pizza and cold beer being the last vestige of the civilized world, or so we thought
From 1979 – 83, my friends and I lived a rich, varied, sometimes-studious, and vibrant life in and around Chapman. Once my friend Paul Carey ’83 (MBA ’00) and I went camping near Big Bear. We got lost, then spotted a wildfire starting, watched the fire crews and helicopter water drops fly right over
“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir. “Just a few hundred more feet and you’ll be able to rest” I remind myself with the knowledge that Camp Muir is just over the crest of the snowfield I am tirelessly trekking up. Other hikers on their way
On August 11, 2015, in Missoula, Montana a wind super-storm reached gusts of 74 miles per hour, a Class I Hurricane. Lightning sparked fires on dry August hillsides and residential gardens. Power lines fell, leaving thousands without power for days. Trees were uprooted and downed – landing in intersections, blocking sidewalks, and crushing
Getting after Mother Nature means everything. It takes many different forms, for many different reasons, and satisfies infinite tiny essential nutrients for my universe. The greatest thing I’ve gained, beyond anything else the last year and a half of making Momma Earth my number one gal has taught me, is how to enjoy time alone. You