In exactly 40 days, Mike and I will be taking our first trip to Antigua. Actually, this will be the first trip we’ve taken together for the simple purpose of having a getaway on…

I’m not a native Texan. I arrived in San Antonio fifteen years ago this summer, prepared to take on my first full-time gig as a professor and thinking I’d stay only as long as…

The poet T.S. Eliot called April “the cruelest month.” He wasn’t a professor, so he couldn’t have known how very accurate those words are for those of us who work in higher education, but…

Lately, I’ve been having a lot of those days. You know the ones I’m talking about: the kind of day where it feels like you’re working every minute and running from one place to…

It’s now been almost three weeks since Millie, the Midlife Crisis Dog, joined our family. We’ve been learning (and, in some cases, re-learning) a lot about what it means to live with a puppy.…

As we wrap up this week before Easter, I’ve had the chance to see both of my children–one of them for a few hours, the other for the entirety of his Easter break from…

Over the weekend I read this post by an author on Medium who identifies herself only as Your Fat Friend. The post itself details the kind of anxiety experienced by a “person of size”…