So it turns out I wasn’t as back on track as I thought I was. Last night was Celebrate Naz, which I love. Being 350 miles from my undergrad, I don’t have many opportunities to connect with Naz. The NYC alumni chapter is extremely inactive, but I found out about this event last week and the location was perfect. I couldn’t not go. I was by far the youngest with the next youngest graduation class six years before I was born What I was fascinated by was a woman from the class of 1943. 1943. Active as ever, volunteering at . . . → Keep Going: Fat Girl Day // Back on Track (Redux)