What a novelist, a therapist, a Buddhist teacher, and others have to say to the class of 2020
For those who strive to be more than average, discomfort is a source of strength.
Precariousness is a fact of life, especially now.
I couldn’t say these things during a traditional ceremony, but these aren’t traditional times.
In May 1998, I should have been finishing my first year at an Ivy League college. Instead, I was in a state-funded halfway house in Minneapolis trying to recover from a heroin addiction.
The class of 2020 will be remembered for all that it sacrificed.
The 2020 commencement speech you’ll never hear