When I Dropped Out At 20, My Sister Told Everyone: “She’s The One Who Didn’t Finish.” Twelve Years Later, I’m Yale’s Dean Of Admissions. One Essay Read: “My Family Moved Past My Aunt’s Setback.” The Name? Amanda Chen. My Niece. I Picked Up My Red Pen And…

earnestly, the work of actually being Amanda’s mother instead of her manager. I would never romanticize that transformation. People do not undo decades of conditioning because one phone call humbles them. Jennifer remained sharp, defensive at times, addicted to control in ways that surfaced under stress. But she was trying, which was more than I had continue reading …