This Year’s Non-Assistantship: Halleran Dissertation Completion Fellowship

A Change in Routine For the past five years, I’ve held different assistantships at William & Mary. From course instructor to career coach, conference organizer to collections management assistant, I’ve served a variety of roles. These assistantships have provided opportunities to see my various skills applied to different contexts and imagine myself in different career… Continue reading This Year’s Non-Assistantship: Halleran Dissertation Completion Fellowship

Flowering Trees

One of the things that I love about living in the Williamsburg area is that the seasons are so distinct from one another. Whereas the shifts between seasons in Roswell were subtle, a blush of green on the ground or in the trees after a rain, or, more often than not, a blast of wind… Continue reading Flowering Trees

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Painted Seed Storage Box

Container gardening season has commenced, and during the past few weeks I’ve been getting the patio ready for a new year of vegetable-growing adventures. I pulled out my buckets and filled them with the soil I’d stored and saved from last season, refreshing it with compost and other nutrients. After noticing that a squirrel or… Continue reading Painted Seed Storage Box

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Symposium Reflections

When I was checking LinkedIn the other day I noticed that my former supervisor from the Archives and Special Collections at Lake Forest College had recently posted something. We’ve kept in touch since I graduated, so I decided to check it out. It turned to be a post about the College’s annual Student Symposium, a… Continue reading Symposium Reflections

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Roswell Revisited

“It’s nice to see you again too,” I grumbled as yet another dust-clotted gale threatened to shove me off the airport walkway. Who needs expensive facial treatments, I thought sardonically, when you can get sand-blasted exfoliation for free, courtesy of New Mexico’s relentless spring winds? I’d just flown into Roswell, where the gusts had become… Continue reading Roswell Revisited