Shameless Self-Promotion

On speaking up and promoting yourself and your work.

My blog recently hit 50,000 pageviews:

And, I accumulated over 2,000 followers on Twitter:

On Being a Wife

Or a “trailing spouse” in my case (shudder).

When my husband and I got engaged, I figured out that we were 256 times more likely to get divorced. More likely than whom? Two people whose parents didn’t get divorced, didn’t live together before…

Green-Eyed Monster

Envy and hope.

It’s happening again. My Twitter and Facebook timelines are lighting up with reminders about all of the happy professional news that was announced in the Spring over those same airwaves (I know, it’s anachronistic, but it’s all I’ve got at the…

Just Say No

When all the pressure is on saying yes (and why).

I am being “coached” this semester through Academic Coaching and Writing (as well as blogging about the experience). I’ve only had two coaching sessions, but I can say with great certainty that they…

Getting Dirty

I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty, literally or figuratively.

Last week, my kids and I were watching videos online of dinosaurs. After every 1–2 minute video, we would have to sit through an ad for “Camp Dirt.” It’s another…

Being Myself

Instead of the best imitation of myself.

Ben Folds, who is probably my all-time favorite musician, has a song from his first album (with Ben Folds Five), “Best Imitation of Myself.” The song opens with the following verse:

Non-Academic Interests (or Having a Life)

On having “divided interests” in academia.

Before I begin this post, I want to draw your attention to what’s happened to Rumana Monzur. She’s my age. She’s a wife, a mother, an academic, just like me. I…

Introducing Bad Female Academic

What is Bad Female Academic and what is it doing here?

During the summer of 2011, I started a blogging experiment called “Bad Female Academic.” Here’s how I described it in the first post:

On Being Myself, Redux

More thoughts on “being myself” in academia.

This summer, I boldly proclaimed that I was sick of trying to fit into whatever mould I thought would lead to success and acceptance in higher education. I’ve been forced to re-examine that…