I'm thinking about breaking up with grad school. Oh, crap. There, I said it ( Read more... )

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Three weeks in and it's been a bit like being paid to take a self-guided crash course on African American health disparities. I'm allowed to sit in my office and read, without interruption, for hours, developing open-ended everything. Take three weeks to learn everything you can about African American history. Ready, set, go. Three weeks in, and I ( Read more... )

Dance while you cook dinner. So good.

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The patient library at the hospital was having a book sale: $1 for a grocery bag-full (!) It was kind of like Supermarket Sweep with books. I found a hardcover copy of one of my favorites, Lynda Barry's "One Hundred Demons," on the children's picture books table (ha) and a like-new "Laika," a graphic novel about the first living creature launched ( Read more... )

August has been good to me ( Read more... )

Mom: The ceremony was inside the Catholic Student Center. It had to be in a Catholic church because of Jim’s parents. Jim’s parents didn’t say a word to my parents. A lady named Grace was the only person who talked to my parents. She was the kind of lady who would tell you that you had a nice aura. I got really mad ‘cause I had to go to premarital ( Read more... )

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Graduate school plans are slowly taking shape, after, oh, years of denial.

Being interested in American issues -- no, wait, the Midwest -- is like my darkest secret. Well, sort of. Anyone who knows me in real life would call bullshit on that one, as I am rather open about my deep love and affection for my home state of Iowa. But in the ( Read more... )