I work both as a faculty person at a university and a clinical family nurse practitioner. This means some days, I have a butt-in-seat job where my presence is required in a certain place— to give healthcare or facilitate a class— and sometimes, my work is self-directed and self-paced. It’s relatively easy to balance the... Continue Reading →
JVN says this, sassily, to a freshly styled and confident Queer Eye guest of honor. He was joking, sure, but it makes me think about the idea that a lot of us want someone to give us permission, to validate our choices, to nod in approval at our plans. And you know what? That’s dumb.... Continue Reading →
I thought, for a second, I want to do that. But I also thought, No, I don’t. Not now, anyway. Interesting what you hear when you listen to yourself. I turned to my mom, and before I said anything, she said, “I’m going to do that.” She heard the same first part of the voice— but not the second. Oh, mom. You get it. You can do it.
Why would I, a busy person with a demanding job in academia, spend my precious free time doing even more writing?
Since my recent relocation to Portland, my commute has changed. A lot. Instead of a mile to campus for teaching, or driving to different neighborhoods in Tucson for the mobile clinic, now I’m heading from NE Portland to Marquam hill most days. It’s no fun to drive, and parking is a non-starter. And I hate... Continue Reading →