Between Musings
There are seasons in research when the work is less about producing and more about becoming the person who can do it.
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From Metaphor to Method
In trying to imagine an arts-based component for my doctoral research, I discovered that the metaphors guiding my thinking had quietly become the method itself.
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The Story of What Did Not Happen
Sometimes the most unexpected days become the ones that quietly reshape the stories we tell ourselves.
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The Poems Came Home
Sometimes rejection is not the end of a story, but the moment it finds its way home. A reflection on writing, imposter syndrome, and quietly refining long-held dreams.
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Connections
More and more frequently, I find myself noticing connections – between conversations, stories, and seemingly unrelated moments.
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Finally Enrolled!
Becoming a doctoral student and actually accessing the library are, apparently, two entirely different things.
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Sunday Lunches
My strongest childhood memories are not of places but of Sunday lunches: paprika-scented kitchens, opera drifting through open windows, and my father’s stories unfolding around the table.
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