When I came to college, I had a list of odd jobs that I wanted to try. I wanted to work at an ice cream parlor and a movie theater. I dreamed about becoming a barista and serving up brews for sleep-deprived college students. So when my professor...
I distinctly remember how this whole journey started. I was at orientation the summer before my freshman year and Robert Quigley walked into the room to speak to us. He said that if we became one of his students he would be on our side for the long...
Perfect silence — the kind that begs you to breathe so you aren’t left alone with it — was hard to find, but Robert Quigley expected an audio story, and it wasn’t going to narrate itself. The usually quiet buildings on campus bustled with the...
The first time I ever listened to a podcast, I was 12 years old. My parents, brother, and I were driving through towering pine trees on the way to my father’s hometown of Burlington, Vermont, for vacation. My brother had just graduated from Arizona...