2018 has been hard. historically, the lenten season is not my best time of year. perhaps this is a holdover from catholicism-- for years fasting hid the ways i punished myself for my excess, most readily understood, though not exclusively, through my fatness. but winter is its own kind of denial: short days punctuated by … Continue reading love letter for my dad’s 74th year
receiving memory
in the early spring kb and i get a bee in our bonnet and can’t wait to start cleaning out the basement. we live in an old house with a fine film of dirt across everything, the kind that you can’t remove except with a sander. the hardwood peels up, some spots are rubbed raw. … Continue reading receiving memory
in the wake
i was talking to my father recently and he asked me when i was going to finish my Ph.D. of course i finished it almost two years ago now; he came to my dissertation defense, cried when my committee announced me as "doctor," held me and congratulated me after. on my graduation day he sat in … Continue reading in the wake
our endless numbered days
so far the worst thing about my cat dying is that he's stayed dead. i was not prepared for death's permanence.
axiom
you are more than your writing
blessings
on the first day of the fall term, a young WoC came up to me after class and told me she wanted to be like me, she'd never had a WoC professor before, and she liked that i told the students to call me Dr. or Prof. because i earned my degree. she said she … Continue reading blessings
out
over the christmas break, i came out to my mother. when i came home for the holiday, i drove to ypsi with k for a night before driving to flint alone to spend the week with my family. it's an hour between ypsi and flint, and the whole drive i felt pressure building in my … Continue reading out
