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The power goes out and the writing goes on
December 9, 2024
Writing papers on weekends is not how I want to live my life at 49 years old, but this too shall pass.
The beating of my wild heart (aka: my feminism)
May 3, 2024
My feminism is a desire to listen and live according to my wild human heart, mind, and body. What this actually looks like is ill-defined; it’s certainly not a program, plan, or anything I would prescribe for someone else. There is no pledge of allegiance in this “ism,” no flag or banner under which I march.
Finding Home ~ The conclusion
May 9, 2023
Then it all became rather obvious. We’re the adventurers and explorers, the migrators without property. We’ve built flexibility into our lives and our work. We would move to my parents. We’d sail the boat of our family life into the security of their port.
It all started with a move
March 21, 2023
Analyzing my own migrations, to interrogate the source of the “where is home?” question I have been asking myself for nearly 25 years.
So a funny thing is happening to me in grad school
September 20, 2021
There’s been a longish season over the last few years of questioning my counter-cultural choices, everything from family finances to child raising. And then I decided to go to grad school.
The light at the end of the tunnel
June 2, 2021
Come hell or high water, come lockdowns and curfews, come transitions and discomfort, come mental health crises and loss of community, we were going to see our family through this difficult season.
A summer of resiliency and why I'm still a Christian
June 24, 2020
As pandemic spring bleeds into pandemic summer I'm digging deep into my spiritual and emotional reserves, into the knowing I've developed through years of living - that we're going to get through this. It's going to be messy, we're going feel crappy about a lot of things, but we will get through.
