Why I Do This

They, the Class of 2020, voted me to be Professor of the Year. My speech is below. Start at 31:21.

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To My Students

I have a feeling you’ve been reading this blog. I worried about that when I started writing on here again. I worried about expressing this side of me, which is not a side but rather an essential part of who I am. I’ve struggled with bipolar depression all of my life. It’s always with me. […]

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Is it okay to not be okay?

[Disclaimer, of sorts — I write for my own healing. Please don’t feel that you need help. I appreciate all of your support, I really really do. I just want to know that people are listening, and perhaps that I am giving voice to someone else who feels silent — that is enough for me.] […]

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To New “Friends” on Facebook and Twitter

I’ve noticed lately that I’ve been accepting friend requests from law professors. Folks perhaps that I met on the market, or just colleagues of other professors. I talk a lot about mental health on here, in particular my own struggle with bipolar II disorder. It’s concerned me a bit to widen my “friends” on here […]

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Me and Fear and Flying

I’m in fear. Afraid. Terrified. Scared. I’m supposed to be happy, flying, resting on a cloud of gumdrops and jelly beans. Celebrating. Elated. I have a GREAT job, the job I most wanted when I was on the job market. For the first time in my life, I can go to the grocery store without […]

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What’s Next? On the Academic Writing Process

I’ve finally made it to what I’ve been working toward for the last 11 years. I will be a tenure-track professor. Studying what I want. In the place I want to be. Around colleagues I like and that I can learn from. But What’s Next? Publish or perish. If you ask someone with a more […]

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Ban Bossy? Ban Overachiever

There is a part of every conversation I have with someone new that I dread. It goes a little something like this: “Tell me about yourself.” “Well, I recently graduated from Stanford.” One eyebrow raises. “Oh, what was your major?” “Do I look that young? Um, well, I graduated from law school . . . […]

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I’m Here, I Exist

When I tell someone I have bipolar 2 disorder, the shock that comes across his or her face often takes me aback. If they know me, their shock is a tad annoying. What does me saying I have bipolar disorder change for them? What does the admission trigger in their mind about what someone with bipolar […]

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NaBloPoMo – Day 2: Crunched

The theme for BlogHer’s October NaBloPoMo is “Crunch.” It’s quite fitting for me, because all I feel is crunched these days. crunch (verb):  crush (a hard or brittle foodstuff) with the teeth, making a loud but muffled grinding sound; synonyms: munch, chomp, bite into Yup, that’s how I feel. Bitten into. Chomped. Munched. Crunched.

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Go shortay…it’s ya birthday…we gon party like its ya birthday

Well, it was my birthday. And it was fabulous. Baseball game with kids and fellow 30-something’s in the backyard. I was obviously the MVP — got on base at every at bat. Then followed by karaoke at what I thought was going to be a happening bar but what turned out to be a little […]

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