Author: News Summary Listing

Date: 5/27/2009 to 6/27/2009
by Christian Feuerstein ’94

Martha Tod Dudman ’74 was born in St. Louis, Missouri; grew up in Washington, DC; and went to Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio. She moved to Maine in 1975, first to Little Cranberry Island, and then to Northeast Harbor, on Mount Desert Island, where she raised her son and daughter and where she still lives, today. 

Dudman served as president and general manager of a group of radio stations in Ellsworth and Bangor for 10 years, and then as a professional fundraising consultant for Maine non-profits. She was President of the Maine Association of Broadcasters and President of the Bangor Rotary, and is a Paul Harris Fellow. She is currently Vice Chair of the Northeast Harbor Library and a director of Bar Harbor Bank & Trust. She recently received the Deborah Morton Award at the University of New EnglandShe is the author of four books: Dawn (Puckerbrush Press, 1989), Augusta, Gone (Simon & Schuster, 2001), Expecting to Fly (Simon & Schuster, 2004) and Black Olives (Simon & Schuster, 2008). Kirkus Reviews said of Black Olives: “A story delivered with clarity, elegance and the oomph of lived experience.”

Augusta, Gone was winner of the 2002 Books for a Better Life Award and was released as a Lifetime television film in 2006.

Date: 5/21/2009 to 5/29/2009
By Diane Chiddister
Reprinted with permission from the YS News

The Buddhist Studies Program of Antioch Education Abroad, or AEA, offers something unique to young people, organizers believe. The young participants not only study Buddhism but live it, immersed in an exotic world as residents of a monastery among monks and nuns.

Date: 5/20/2009 to 5/28/2009
by Micah Canal ’08

Ask any Antiochian who ever spent a winter term in Yellow Springs among the red brick and gray mortar of our “campus home”, sometimes it’s hard to conceive of a time when the sun will shine again.  The cold winds blows.  The snow falls. The ice grows like formed glass on the skeletal branches of deciduous giants, and the low, monotonous sky shows no mercy.

As late March melts into April and the ground thaws, mud cakes the bottoms of shoes and tracks through the halls of buildings.  Antiochians defiantly try to persuade the thermometer higher by wearing T-shirts when the little red line indicates that the temperature has crept above 45 degrees.  Perhaps they succeed.  When the first pioneering tree buds or blades of green grass emerge to gambol in the face of frosts certain to come once again, we make note and cheer them on despite the plain futility of their attempt.

Date: 5/20/2009 to 6/28/2009
by Micah Canal ’08

Ask any Antiochian who ever spent a winter term in Yellow Springs among the red brick and gray mortar of our “campus home”, sometimes it’s hard to conceive of a time when the sun will shine again.  The cold winds blows.  The snow falls. The ice grows like formed glass on the skeletal branches of deciduous giants, and the low, monotonous sky shows no mercy.

As late March melts into April and the ground thaws, mud cakes the bottoms of shoes and tracks through the halls of buildings.  Antiochians defiantly try to persuade the thermometer higher by wearing T-shirts when the little red line indicates that the temperature has crept above 45 degrees.  Perhaps they succeed.  When the first pioneering tree buds or blades of green grass emerge to gambol in the face of frosts certain to come once again, we make note and cheer them on despite the plain futility of their attempt.