Kerry MacNeil ’93

  • 1990s
Two women sit next to each and smile at the camera.

(Galeta) Carolyn Clayton and I met, second-floor-McAfee-in-1989; we have not gone more than a week since without checking in.

Carolyn went to med school, married her Wellesley-era-sweetheart (I stood up at their wedding), became and has been an ER-doc-professor-administrator; while I went to grad school, twice, couldn’t-legally-marry-then-separated-from mine, became-and-stayed a teacher, all-in-the-same-building, since 1993.

We became mothers in the same year: Jasmine (my only) and Galeta (Carolyn’s first-now-class-of-2026) entered our lives in 2003, too late for our tenth reunion (Jasmine by weeks, Galeta by months), though they met not-long-after, regularly, in between, in places where we live(d) (New York & Chicago), a few we borrowed, before the enclosed photo-around-our-fifteenth, when Carolyn sighed, “We were so smart to have girls.” Jasmine was eleven. Galeta was four. Sadie (Carolyn’s youngest) missed this one by months herself.

I continue to lament that we have not-yet-sorted how to live in the same city.

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Lisa Scanlon Mogolov ’99

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A woman with dark hair lies on the floor, facing the camera. She holds a notebook in her left hand, and she holds a pen with her right hand and part of the pen is between her teeth. Her eyes look upward as if she is deep in thought.

Nassim Assefi ’91

  • 1990s
An archive image of Galen Stone Tower.

Arlene Cohen ’94

  • 1990s