I stood cautiously at the edge of the precipice, visually inspecting angry red streaks crisscrossing my forearms and gently assessing the throbbing swelling on my right thigh. Maybe I’ve made a mistake, I mused. I’d made a deal with myself to take one day every 4-6 weeks to escape the hubbub and check into the…
Big news. Tuesday, Feb 4
"Jessica – do you have a few minutes to meet me in my office? I want to share some news with you."Chair, Faculty Search Committee Quivery, nauseated, feelings spilling up from gut to eye wells. Heart heavy with weight; weight of joy or sorrow or anger or fear? I take shallow breaths, for deep breathing…
(Wo)man in the Mirror
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped. Why was my mouth so crooked? I paused the hair dryer, not moving my head from its obliquely inverted position. I relaxed my jaw, allowing myself to become consciously aware of the sensory input my face was giving me. I resisted the impulse to…
