It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team.
When the check is paid and you stay at the table.
When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed.
That night with the guitar.
That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt.
Marina Keegan was a writer of short stories, personal essays, social commentary, poems, and plays: a literary pentathlete. She grew up in Wayland, Massachusetts. At Yale, Marina was an English major and a Writing Concentrator. Her words could make you want to shake your fist and march with her to save the whales, support the Dream Act, stand up for same-sex marriage, and elect the next president. Everyone who met her seemed to carry away a story. As a young graduate of her high school put it, “She turned a lot of people into who they are.”