There we were, a group of Democrats, talking about Trump supporters as if they made up a foreign breed.
It's weird to be unemployed. I'll start there. The first day I woke up from my alarm clock and realized I didn't have anywhere to be was like a Twilight Zone episode. My husband kissed me goodbye to go to his office, and I stood staring at the door as it closed, feeling a panic… Continue reading What It’s Really Like to Not Have a Full-Time Job
I haven't written a post in a while. Instead, I have been cocooning myself in order to get used to all the changes in my life--moving to the suburbs, getting my name officially changed, quitting my job and starting a new part-time gig at a used book store. When I feel like there's too much… Continue reading It’s Decided: I’m Writing a Book
Last week, I started an exciting job at Wonder Book, a labyrinthian used book store near our new apartment in the D.C. suburbs. I got lost between the African American Culture and the Science Fiction sections the first time I visited—it took several minutes to find my way back to the cashier. In other words,… Continue reading Marie Kondo Makes My New Job at a Used Book Store More Difficult
"Why didn't you tell me you had a story in The Democrat?" my dad asked over the phone as I stood in my childhood bedroom. "Right, I forgot to mention that," I said. "I didn't know when it was coming out. Is it in the paper?" A smile spread across my face. I had submitted… Continue reading My Story Was Published!
On Tuesday, I curled up on the couch with my dog from 10:00 a.m. until noon, after having slept all night. My stated purpose: I give up. A few days before, a health insurance document written in overly academic language had convinced me that I was no longer covered. And that the sign-up period had… Continue reading Change Is Good. But When It’s Not?
After my first full year of teaching, I took a 40% pay cut to move from New Orleans back to my hometown in Indiana. When I arrived, I was met with a pay freeze that lasted the entirety of my time there. No one goes into teaching to become rich. As an incoming teacher, I understood I wasn’t going to make a fortune. But after a few years of climbing the salary schedule, I anticipated being able to afford the profession. With the salary freeze, my wage remained as though I was still a first-year teacher—for six years. Instead of climbing the ladder to match my level of experience at around $42,000, I never broke $34,000 per year.