March 8, 2012 by Emily Bruce. You know that old metaphor about whether scholars are hedgehogs or foxes. See a great series on this topic over at Notorious Ph. Well, apparently grad students are all badgers. Now where the devil did I put that manuscript? The old gentleman scratched about with his great claws until he had turned up a dirty bundle of papers, one corner of.

Well, the world has changed a lot since then, and I have changed my beliefs about the objects and paper that I accumulate. And now the time has come for my liberation from my past. I have never been nostalgic by temperament, and so my compulsion to hang.

A meditation on the intersection between motherhood and the world at large. Friday, July 05, 2013. Rounded the edge to 39. 39, the almost forty. Fuck? And you know what I realized? Did I need more than 10 years of therapy only to NOT GET TO THIS? .

Saturday, Dec 14 2013. From the way back archives of my writing, sort of in response to an article that just appeared in Slate. I wrote this more than a decade ago, for a class assignment in a graduate class in composition theory. Over the years, the Mr. Sinclair of this little essay has proven to be a guiding light in my own career as a teacher of writing.

On Teaching, Literature, Theatre, Honors, and International Study. Let me tell you something that is awesome. Making an amazing event happen that will affect a lot of people in a very positive way. What I like about this process is that while I was hardly the person.

On an odyssey towards a moral life and the perfect microbrew. A Girl and Her Fed. Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Smell is a very underrated sense.