I gave a talk this past week to a group of people in my field — including a visiting leading expert. There were questions afterward and some were pointedly critical. It was quite harsh and when it was over, I had to get out of the room as I knew I would cry . . .
Okay, I admit it: I’m a sucker for any book that mentions Dorothy L. Sayers. Given that there are only twelve Lord Peter Wimsey novels (at least written by Sayers; the series has been continued by Jill Payton Walsh) and a handful of short stories . . .
“ABD.” When we hear this acronym, most people either cheer or cringe. If you recently passed your qualifying exams, “All But Dissertation” is a celebratory milestone. And if you’re revising Chapter 6 for the sixth time, you probably feel like you’ve fallen . . .
Like many of you who are currently in or have been in grad school, I grew up being a straight-A student. I aspired and trained myself to be a type-A, micromanaging, perfectionist over-achiever and, as a result . . .
This is how the conversation usually goes... Curious person: “So, how did you and your husband meet?” Me: “Funny enough, we met on my front doorstep.” Curious person: “Oooh! Was it love at first sight?” Me: “No. Not even close...”
Stranded high on a cracking vinyl cushion, I tried not to blink, eyes filling with regret. I’d picked the pixie cut after browsing waiting-room Glamour magazines, but watching six inches of my dark locks lopped off . . . more
Soon after publishing my translation of that medieval book on prayer, The Cloud of Unknowing, I crash-landed in a counselor’s office. I had become a jittery, work-driven insomniac whose old ways of coping had failed. I was living fifteen-hour writing days . . . more
Dear Carmen, in the middle of your very poignant piece about the grace and power of the Lord as shown through water, another thought captured my attention. When surveying your flooded office . . . more