I learned something new today. Apparently, I hate Standard Time. I’m not sure about everyone else, but I’d always thought I hated “Daylight Savings Time.” That unenviable morning in early November that gives us an extra hour of sleep but extra waking hours of darkness. But that moment is not when Daylight Savings Time begins. […]
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It’s been a minute* since I’ve been on here. I go in and out of writing motivation, usually when I’m doubting whether I have something to say that folks outside of my Facebook feed want to hear. I don’t know anymore what people want to hear anymore. We’ve been so separate for so long that […]
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My little one, 8 years old, often feels unheard. He’s a little person, half the size of others in the house. After explaining the horror of George Floyd’s murder, I tried to explain the reaction, the protests happening around the country. I asked him to remember a time where he felt unheard, which I know […]
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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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I am a bad mother. I’m not checking homework. I’m not looking at Google Classroom. My kids play video games for 50% of the day. My little one was struggling in reading pre-corona and he’ll be struggling after. I am a good mother. I make meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I make sure the […]
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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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(noun) forward or onward movement toward a destination. (verb) move forward or onward in space or time. When I’m depressed, I prefer the dark, the night. The sun has gone down, the noise of the world quiets a bit. I’m no longer alone. I’m surrounded by the sounds of my kids and husband. The house […]
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[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.] […]
Read MoreMarch 17, 2020. 39 years old. Some people celebrate the entire month. I hardly wanted my day. 2020 has been unkind to me, a feeling-sorry-about-myself sentiment that I don’t often allow myself to have. I was physically ill, and emotionally ravaged. I started the semester strong, and a month in found myself weak. The strength […]
Read MoreFunny. Today someone said that they used to read my blog and they were happy I was in a good place professionally. And that made me remember I actually have a blog I went to therapy today after over a year of not doing so. The last several years were…hard, and I often did not […]
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Doctor Mama Esquire 