Living in my Saraness

So I’ve been back in graduate school for one month. It is far more things than I could possibly tell you about right now, dear reader. It has been immense. But in finding my way around a new campus, a new office, a new teaching load, and a research community in which I intend to … Continue reading

White coat hypertension. 

 I recently went to the doctor for the first time since coming to America.  It was, by and large, the same as going to the doctor in Britain: dated banquet hall chairs in the waiting room, bustling nurses, typing doctors, surprisingly old fashioned scales. But the dynamic of the thing felt different than I remember … Continue reading

Teens in the hood

The older I get the more I love teenagers.  At the time I found them (and myself) terrifying and highly unpredictable. Mercurial, petty and weirdly opaque.  I sometimes think I just needed to get some grounding. Self confidence is some kind of adamantium armor.  Because now moody teens and social politics are almost charming. And … Continue reading

Things I Like — Virginia Woolf

If you told Dumas-loving-14-year-old me she’d ever be into the Hemmingway-Iceberg theory of modern novels and unspoken things she’d give you the squinty-two-eye. If you promised tightly-wound college me she’d indulge in meandering, obtuse sentences as long as the night which go nowhere at all (and that’s beautiful) she’d laugh derisively. If you tempted the … Continue reading

Thinks I Like — Clicking

You meet someone new, randomly, and for no apparent reason, or maybe because the wind is south south east and the moon is waning, you click. You don’t try too hard or show off. You don’t clam up and avoid things. You don’t talk about anything particularly earth shattering or expect them to think you’re … Continue reading

Things I Like — Small Children

I love kids. I like to watch them learn and grow. I like to be frank and silly. I like their enthusiasm and excitement. I like the regular necessity of quiet and cuddles. I like seeing the world through their eyes. I like linguistic creativity. And blind certainty. I like the tiny clothes.

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