Blogs about me
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On the Sixth Day of Blogmas: Holiday Anxieties
I’m usually better about managing my wide-ranging anxieties, but like many people, I find the holidays to be stressful.
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On the Fifth Day of Blogmas: Golden Rings
Allargando sounds a lot like allergy.
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On the Fourth Day of Blogmas: Being an English Professor
As the semester advanced and the lessons grew more robust, my identity seemed to vanish between the stacks of essays I desperately needed to grade.
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On the Third Day of Blogmas: Why Won’t I Try Substack?
It’s not about competitiveness. It’s about feeling overwhelmed.
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On the Second Day of Blogmas: Reflecting on Christmas Eve, being a child, and wanting children.
The way the adults got on made it seem as though the world simply existed for them to live in it. That their only job was to shriek with laughter and dunk those large shrimps into the pools of tart, red sauce on their plates.
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The Twelve Days of Blogmas
We are officialy twelve days out from Christmas Day, unless you ask my husband. For him, this December 25th business is a fallacy: Christmas, or rather, Serbian Christmas, falls unpretentiously on January 7th. Whether you’re celebrating this month or next month, one thing remains disturbingly misunderstood and well-celebrated: this blasphemous “twelve days until Christmas” countdown. …
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The Big Hat
About a month ago, I managed to somehow knock over an entire mug of hot peppermint tea onto my open laptop. I let out a cry for help and Aleksa quickly grabbed some towels. But it was no use. My screen faded into what the tech savvy dub “the black screen of death.” It is…
That American Girl 