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Blurred Impact

by Bethany McCamish

The ability to see is what allows one to process and perceive visual information. Abstracting and blurring the urban environment and natural surroundings that I photograph allows one to then see and therefore perceive the environment in a non-literal way.


The Impact of Food Choices

by Kristy Athens

We all know the drill when it comes to talking about food: Everybody eats, so it’s a universal issue. But this is where the “universal-ness” of food ends. People have varying levels of interest in the matter, from eating only because it’s a physical necessity, to caring so much that they struggle to travel or visit friends and relatives because they can’t confirm the origins of the food served to them.


100 reasons we are thankful for Marylhurst …

We wanted to know what drew you to this special place, and you responded with spirit. We are deeply humbled by your heartfelt words.


1. Marylhurst allowed me to be a student and a single mother at the same time! The ability to take night and weekend classes allowed me to be present for my children during the day.
– Michelle Bayley ’08

2. It allowed me to stand tall as a women, as a wife, as a mother of young men and women and as a leader in the work place.

3. It offered me a program, interconnected courses and passionate experts that introduced me to a whole new way of viewing my world and my place in it…and the passion for discovering even more!
– Jackie Fowler ’96, Interim Director, Center for Experiential Learning & Assessment


To walk or not to walk?

It’s that time of year when Marylhurst University graduates, and college graduates everywhere, celebrate their accomplishment in a ceremonial tradition called commencement. Many struggle with the decision — to walk across the stage to receive their diploma, or forgo the pomp and circumstance. It’s a very personal choice.

One Marylhurst student, Darla Mottram, articulates beautifully her choice in a piece she wrote called Why I Won’t Be Walking.


BACKWORDS: In the beginning

How we launched a new literary venture, despite fits and starts

Jenny M. Chu ’08

I don’t remember the exact moment the idea of the literary t-shirt press was brought to me. It’s very possible that Matt and I were strolling through Portland, or stationed at a coffee shop, or waiting at a bus stop, or just loitering at Powell’s Bookstore on Burnside. It’s possible that we wandered aimlessly in the literary fiction and poetry sections seeking respite, reading passages to each other the way emotionally weary post-grads just out of their MFA in writing programs do to one another as a spiritual practice.

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The Faces of Marylhurst Project

This project is more important than the pictures. It is really all about a certain kind of social set of coincidences. It is about constituency. It is about a group of people who strive to work together in a place, in order to make something good happen.

It is about us, people who are, or who have been, in a special time and place; all of them associated with the institution of Marylhurst University.

— Dennis Cunningham, in his artist’s statement


Response to NYT op-ed: College for Grown-Ups

by Melody Rose, Ph.D.

Dr. Stevens’ editorial, College for Grown-Ups, piqued my interest. Not because of the topic, but because of the date. This op-ed piece was published in yesterday’s New York Times on the topic of the changing reality of the traditional college student and that higher education needs to step up, adapt and provide an educational environment that meets the needs of today’s population.

Why did the date of the article surprise me? Because this is not a new issue, at least not new to us at Marylhurst University – a liberal arts college located south of Portland, Ore. Data and trends tracking the interests, needs and expectations of college students have pointed to this changing reality for decades.

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Tweets aren’t always digital

This essay, by Marylhurst Postmaster Mark D. Smith, first appeared on the United States Postal Service blog. We thought our readers would enjoy it in the spirit of the season.

One morning in late summer 2012, I arrived at my job as Postmaster Relief at the Donald, OR, Post Office in Oregon’s rural Marion County. It’s a quiet little town with a quiet little Post Office, but this day there was a new sound – something familiar but often ignored. Birds, chirruping and twittering. But these were no digital tweets. This was real life.

A good number of Donald’s customers work in farming, and this morning’s singing telegram was a shipment of infant turkeys belonging to a local man planning to raise them for Thanksgiving. I phoned him at the number listed on the carefully-prepared Priority Mail packaging, and he arrived an hour later to collect his musical treasures. Before he arrived, I went about my morning tasks of sorting and distributing the day’s mail. But there was something more than just birdsong in the air. Something almost meditative stirred my soul, reconnecting me to the larger, natural world that gets no notice in the Information Age.