My breasts tried to kill me.

I don’t have cancer. I have had cancer. I maybe will have cancer, and I maybe will have had cancer. In the end, I may die of cancer. Even if I don’t, I’ll still be what they call a cancer survivor. I guess when I was diagnosed about a year ago (the day before myContinue reading “My breasts tried to kill me.”

I hope Ursula K. Le Guin’s paradise is a kind of library

I want to share some memories about one of the coolest nights of my life, when I met and shared a meal with one of my heroes, Ursula K. Le Guin. I’m not even going to try to be clever in this post (I usually try too hard at that anyway). I’m surprised by howContinue reading “I hope Ursula K. Le Guin’s paradise is a kind of library”

A Coupla Thoughts in the Time of Trump

Hi.  Just checking in with you all. It’s been a while. I wonder if you’re having a rough time, too. Have you, like me, had a tiny little festering ball of worry in the pit of your stomach since November 8, 2016? That’s the date we elected this man president of the United States. .Continue reading “A Coupla Thoughts in the Time of Trump”

My New Year’s Resolutions (May Contain Trump)

Sorry, this is going to be really self-indulgent. I mean, who fills up a blog with their New Year’s resolutions as though anybody cares? Resolutions: Stop apologizing for being self-indulgent. Especially about my own blog. (Actually, I should stop apologizing quite so much all around. My friend Teresa pointed it out to me once andContinue reading “My New Year’s Resolutions (May Contain Trump)”

I am George III, Know You Not That?: On Trump, Hamilton, and Shakespeare

Theater is a distillation, not a distraction. Like most of America, I have a lot of thoughts about the statement Brandon Victor Dixon read to Vice-President-Elect Mike Pence after the November 18th production of Hamilton and Donald Trump’s tweeted reaction. There are those who think it was disrespectful for the cast to call out aContinue reading “I am George III, Know You Not That?: On Trump, Hamilton, and Shakespeare”

Much Ado About Doodles

One of the best things about being an independent scholar (whatever that term means) is that my enthusiasms are no longer policed by the academy. Note: Which is not to say that academics are unenthusiastic about their topics. It’s a truism that academics have a proprietary relationship–well, really, they fall in love with–the subjects ofContinue reading “Much Ado About Doodles”

Melania Trump Steals Words

When I was teaching, I had to confront students about plagiarism far more than I would have liked. Never once did I have a “gotcha” moment. I hated it. I hated feeling like I had failed as a teacher to impart the importance of original work and/or the basics of how to (intentionally or unintentionally)Continue reading “Melania Trump Steals Words”