Ashley Dumas Davis ’98
- 1990s

My Wellesley memories are plentiful: grabbing coffee at El Table between classes, planning dorm events with res staff, working part-time in the housing office, leaving campus for retreats with Newman, staying up to meet deadlines for The Wellesley News, visiting a friend during her junior year in France... I could go on.
But my Wellesley memories—really, my Wellesley relationships—continue to accumulate. The fellow alums who share sage advice in Facebook forums. The connections I have made through the holiday gift exchange. The friend I met at LGBTQ+ Family Week in Provincetown. The friend I made when our daughters attended the same theater camp. The neighbor who plays in my pickleball league. The instructor at my university with whom I developed and co-taught a course. How is it that some of my closest Wellesley friends are women with whom I did not cross paths during our years on campus?