Mariah Carey is more than a pop icon—she’s a theorist of time.
Because too many students think they’re not ready or not good enough.
To the quiet rebellion of academic generosity.
One special gift of tenure? The freedom to explore new topics.
Post-tenure? I choose joy.
No fireworks. No confetti. No champagne-soaked dance party with Beyoncé and Mariah Carey.
The joy of reading and writing is slowly reemerging. And not for productivity. Not for citation. Just for me. Just for fun.
Every now and then, there are moments—quiet, often unexpected moments—that remind me why I do this work.
Mentoring students is one of my favorite parts of this job.
The funny thing is, reading about sexualities, inequalities in the erotic sphere, and all that doesn’t automatically lead to higher forms of self-esteem.
I’ve been in an open relationship for a while now, and during that time, I’ve been on the receiving end of some truly baffling remarks, assumptions, and judgments.
Beneath all the confetti and cheers lies a deeper, more reflective process—one that instructors, mentors, and faculty members often feel profoundly. It is the complex, beautiful, and sometimes emotional experience of letting go.
