Two Mistakes

Something I started, and something I didn't finish.

The sundial at Columbia University, where Jake and I would meet.

I’m thinking about two mistakes I made that seem related. The first is getting married in 1966, when I was nineteen. The second is not finishing my dissertation.

I didn’t want to marry Jake or anyone else. I thought marriage would look bad on me. It would embarrass me, and it did. After the …