Many of you are well aware that a big part of my business is coaching others in navigating alt-academia. It's been a truly fulfilling process for me — whether it is reviewing job market materials via my Translate Your CV offering, or through fully personalized 1:1 sessions. It validated that leaving academia wasn't a failure just because I didn't want to "stick it out" and get tenure.
My dad passed away 8 years ago today. It's wild how quickly time flies, and yet...it feels like he was just here, being his charismatic, funny, jolly self.
Can you believe that we're officially in September? Just seems like yesterday that we were all gearing up for the summer, but here we are, prepping for PSLs, plaid shirts, and apple picking. 🍎
I just realized it is National Infertility Awareness Week and the week is already halfway over. Last year I shared this post and was completely transparent about my journey — the good, the bad, and yes, even the ugly...crying. As many of you may already know, my experience with IVF was successful and we now have a beautiful baby girl.
For National Infertility Awareness Week, I re-shared my blog post from May 2019 that described our struggles trying to get pregnant. Now that it’s been almost a year later, I’m picking up where I had left off.
As I dug deeper into the recent NCA/RSA Distinguished Scholars/RPA controversy, I found myself reacting very strongly — with the need to ponder, reflect, and write. For additional (and in my opinion, more eloquent) insights, I would highly recommend reading Dr. Mohan J. Dutta’s blog post or following Dr. Lisa Corrigan on Twitter, but here is how I’ve decided to comment on the situation.
In April, I participated in CampNaNoWriMo to work toward writing one of my (many) book ideas: a memoir. Here is an excerpt.
ICYMI, I turned 33 years old exactly 10 days ago (you can check out highlights from my Lady Gaga-themed birthday party here). Some folks in my position would be sad to be officially out of their 20s, but in all honesty, I kinda love my 30s.
As I looked up from my journal, I noticed something moving on the ground.