Before I begin, let me make clear that the experience I write about is my own. It is not meant to be an exhaustive op-ed of most, some or even a few Blacks in academia. My story is my own. And, only a person of color would have to begin such an article in such … More Black in Academia
Want to be part of my dissertation study? Here is all the information: The purpose of this study, in part, is to collaboratively explore the meaning making and developmental processes of self and system for a group of women who identify as fat. Using an action research methodology, the group—comprised of women who identify as … More The Dissertation: Calling All San Diego Fat Women!
Odd though it may seem, I am just realizing that this is my last semester of being in a classroom taking classes ever (ever ((ever(((ever))) echoes into the infinite hollow). I have been in school in some shape of form for the past 27 years. That is a significant amount of time and now that … More 1500 words of reflection
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be popular on a massive scale like Alex Elle or Nayyirah Waheed. Are they even massive? I mean I suppose its relative. They have considerable social media followers but would Jay-Z know who they are? Probably not. I was in the process of asking for … More The Curious Case of Salt and Elle
If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive. ~Audre Lorde I was reading a book I’d checked out from the library about women of color in academe. I could tell it was one of those books I wanted to read immediately and without … More Barefoot at the defense or Call of the Torchbearer
“That sense of sorority that other women seemed to feel whenever ‘Women’s Issues’ or ‘Women’s Events’ came up seemed to evade me. It never felt like I was included in that.” I shared with the Colonel. She shared her own experience of feeling something similar with Women Marine events. “We were already the minority, there was … More The Arrival
In two weeks I’m going to the Beyonce+Jay-Z Concert. I’d been racking my brain trying to consider what to wear. The obvious choice would be something with one of her witty or catchy lyrics inked on it. But no way was I going to pay $40 for a graphic tee-shirt I’d never wear again. However … More 2016 or “You don’t even wear shorts”