Writing

Without Meaning To

Published at Killing the Buddha on February 26, 2016. Truth appears and recedes, but meaning feels just out of my grasp. I’m searching for something, but I’m never sure what. At moments, I feel I’m on the cusp of discovery. But then, the search tugs and pulls me in a different direction. Discovery becomes a dead end. […]

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Silence Won’t Protect You

Published at Marginalia Review of Books on March 1, 2016. Graduate students, contingent workers, and tenure track faculty, then, are vulnerable to the whims of the leaders of our institutions. The corporate university curtails academic freedom to prevent dissent. Yet, we only seem to care about academic freedom when the tenured or the tenure track are denied […]

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Academic Waste

Published at Chronicle Vitae on February 23, 2016. The doctorate becomes not the beginning of an academic career, but the end of one. Ph.D. holders, Bousquet explains, are “the actual shit of the system — being churned inexorably outside: not merely disposable labor but labor that must be disposed of for the system to work.” Let that […]

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Teaching as Liberation

Published at Chronicle Vitae on January 19, 2016. Academia, hooks shows us, is not an inherently safe space for students or faculty. The classroom only seemed safe for those who fit its mold. Diversity appears threatening because it made the preferred norms visible. Some of us never had the illusion of fitting in, so education […]

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Loving in Public

Published at Bearings on January 14, 2016. Two seconds. Two gunshots. One child’s death. One year of waiting. Zero indictments. This is not justice. I can’t help but feel like blood is on our hands. America is awash in the blood of black people, and some can’t stop blaming the victim long enough to try.

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Sadness is My Favorite

Published at Killing the Buddha on December 11, 2015. I understand Sadness: her mopiness, her inability to go away, the way she lurks in the background, and her urge to touch the memories that are joyful, because maybe then joy will touch you back. I don’t find myself laying curled up on the floor (rather […]

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