An apartment on wheels, all hail the Corolla-mobile
We crammed all this plus blankets, another small suitcase, a closet full of clothes, two adults and a backpack in a Toyota …
Two years down: A Doctoretta in the house and a wife on the way
Photo of Monsieur Heston from Google images. I started counting down officially at 100 days. 100 days left living in the desert. …
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 …
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 …
Laptops don’t get thirsty
Don’t mind if I do. One of the ironic things about studying organizational tension, stress, and burn out is not recognizing the …
Why my as-yet unborn children will attend a small, probably-Christian liberal arts college (with single-sex dorms, nuns, and an 8:00 curfew)
Scene: A large “luxury”* apartment complex two miles Southeast of a ridiculously huge university** in the Southwestern United States with a reputation …
From Sac Town, 2010 to Cactus Land, 1965
For the last year and a half, Mr. T and I have embarked on twice-a-season grand voyages replete with outstanding adventure, exotic …
Thursday 13: Holiday happenings
This will be me soon. Drool and all, I swear. (Credit) Today I write to you a free woman. For a few …
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Photo credit. “You beat me!” the man said in a light Russian accent, his pale round face vaguely familiar. I turned to …
The life of a grad student
To be sure, I lead a charmed life. I’ve got a safe home (two, in fact), running water, electricity, an abundance of …