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Last fortnight in the desert

The prickly pear outside of my office. Uprooting this as a souvenir would be poor form, right? 14 days. 336 hours. 20,160 …

Sorry Chanel, perfume makes you ugly

From my mom’s prolific orange trees. Fresh citrus. Pumpkin pie. Dark, rich coffee. Ocean spray. Bread baking. Vomit. Garbage. Dirty diapers. My …

Thursday 13: The dirt on doctoral studies

Yesterday in class, we scrawled narratives about the experience of being in our doctoral program. While I went the stream-of-consciousness-I’m-too-tired-to-think-straight route, my …

Over the focus group hump

After whining about Easter at 36,000 feet, someone recently inquired as to why I fly so much. Aside from traveling back and …

Easter at 36,000 feet

Peep sushi from Mikuni in Sacramento! Another day, another plane (or three), and I find myself in the Windy City. On Easter. …