“I will no longer make decisions fueled by gin and pity!” the declaration left my lips while I was on the phone with my best friend. She laughed, and said that it sounded like a Facebook status, so later on that day, I posted it. I got a couple texts, making sure I was okay;…… Continue reading No more gin and pity
In two more weeks, I’ll be teaching at a new (old) school. I’ll be back at the University of Central Oklahoma, teaching in the place where I learned to teach writing. I’m excited and nervous. This will be my heaviest teaching load, to date. And I’m still working on that dissertation. This week, all my…… Continue reading two more weeks
In the past month or so, I’ve signed termination paperwork and cleaned out my desk at Oklahoma State University. I’ve turned in a really bad draft of my dissertation. I’ve moved cities. I’ve said goodbye to friends. I’m reconnecting with others. I’ve signed paperwork for my next job. I’ve gotten feedback on my dissertation. A…… Continue reading Transitions
I’m moving tomorrow. My emotions are tumbling around so much that I can’t pinpoint anything I feel at all, except for sadness. I’ve been ready to leave this town for almost as long as I’ve lived in it. Maybe leaving would be easier if I had a better idea of what’s coming next. Meanwhile, I’m…… Continue reading moving …. on?
Reading words I’ve read before. Familiar, but not recognizable. I have to start over, when I should know more. I should be able to quote theory and drop names. Yet, so much of this happened before the break. Before my mornings began with panic; before my racing heart woke me up and my body tensed for the impact of the next thing–whatever…… Continue reading Unfamiliar Familiar
My neighbor sat down at the table next to mine at the local coffee shop. We had interacted a couple of times before–once at the Writing Center where I work, once when he moved in and introduced himself as he was sweeping the hallway and burning sage to banish evil spirits. I was sitting outside…… Continue reading the recursive life
how powerful is empathy? it’s a question that keeps circling in my mind. A few weeks ago, a colleague posted on Facebook, about a student writing that mass shootings are inevitable. She was disheartened, and refused to believe/adopt this stance. She chose to believe that violence is not our future, and wondered where this fatalism…… Continue reading empathy