A Success Story

It was 1958. I stood before three examiners from a national fellowship foundation. I was a college senior. They represented a foundation established to support graduate students committed to college teaching. I supposed we would discuss my love of history, the particular field I hoped to study, the graduate schools I’d applied to. Wrong. They wanted to talk about my plans for marriage. I told them I was not in a romantic relationship and had no idea whether I would marry. But what if I were...

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