Candid advice.
Delivered with style, humor and heart.
Hot Listing: Hobart and William Smith
There is a place on the New York Thruway - vaguely east of Utica - where I always say to myself: “I should have just flown here.”
Hot Listings: Dalhousie + King’s
The University of Florida it is not.
My first impression of Nova Scotia’s Dalhousie University was shaped by caffeine - not advanced planning. On my first morning, I hoofed it from my hotel to their student union, desperately seeking a boost. Once sated with black coffee, I turned around and beheld the building’s vast center stairway - it was painted with the Progress Pride Flag. I had gone from liquid inspiration to actual inspiration in mere moments.
Hot Listing: SMU
Plot twist: I’m currently in the back of a 7-Eleven in Dallas double fisting lime cucumber Gatorade.
Hot Listing: University of Pittsburgh
Much like wearing four-inch Christian Louboutins to the supermarket on a Tuesday morning, attending a “city” college can read as bold, glamorous, idiosyncratic. Similarly, it often comes with some stark - and potentially uncomfortable - trade-offs.
Hot Listing: Elon University
For most of my life, my preconceived notions about North Carolina were more or less limited to chewing tobacco and Jesse Helms.
And I’ve never had much use for either. I care deeply about dental hygiene and find homophobic bigots generally distasteful.
Hot Listing: Clark University
I didn’t even go here, and yet, somehow: I always end up back here.
My introduction to Clark University started rather young. I was born up the street, and my father was once a mover and shaker in this burg. His professional life connected him to Clark and its leaders - and while he did this or that in nearby offices, I eagerly toddled around this green in my favorite patchwork OshKosh overalls and Miss Piggy t-shirt.