Ever since the summer, something has not been right with me. I’m dizzy so often that I’m startled when the world sits still. It’s nearly impossible to rouse myself for the predawn runs I used to leap out of bed for. A tickle has taken up permanent residence in my throat and my body aches in spots not in any way related to carrying a … Continue reading Working Mother Syndrome
Although I still call her the baby, technically it’s a bit of a stretch to continue referring to her as such. Koukla is twenty months old now, walking and climbing, singing and talking. She’s in classroom T-3 at school, where the T isn’t short for Tiny but for Toddler, and all of my baby-calling has distorted her understanding of what a baby is to the … Continue reading And Baby Makes Three?
Living in a house without books is like walking around with one hollow leg. I am off balance, incomplete. After a move, I’m always eager to jump into unpacking my books as soon as possible because of that sense of comfort, that sense of safety the books bring to me, but in my last few moves I noticed a new feeling creeping in – disappointment. … Continue reading Book Worm. Writing Bug.
It’s the first week of school. From a logistics standpoint, it’s been total madness trying to coordinate moving into a new house with a feverish, sinus-infected toddler while also coordinating the first week of school as a manager in a student services offices, professor of an undergraduate writing course, and student in a graduate education course. But despite the slew of scheduling conflicts (wait for … Continue reading Clearing Out The Cobwebs