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Changing the World for My Own Glory
“I’m not doing it for the money,” I told anyone who asked. I had chosen to work in the nonprofit sector as soon as I graduated from college, regardless of school loans or my sudden thrust into...
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Fighting the Fear: Because Now It’s for Real
This past summer, after taking five months off to be with my newborn, I went back to work. My department chair was, I think, trying to do me a solid, and he assigned me to teach two online classes....
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Leading Women: Embracing Leadership
“How many of you are leaders?” I asked, looking out at a sea of female faces in my seminar. I knew that every one of them was a leader, given the roles they held and the authority they had been given....
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The Humble Professor: An Endangered Species?
In my first week teaching, I printed my syllabi four times. The first time I mistyped dates (despite all my careful checking), the second time I mistyped dates again, and on the third attempt I set the...
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The Joy of the Obstacle-Filled Journey
I sometimes imagine my life as a journey on a physical road, marked with a large signpost that reads “God’s Way.” I think — hope — that I’m headed the right way, and a smooth path and clear skies would...
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When Fighting the Fear = Waiting It Out
This summer, we watched and waited as our garden unfurled. Andrew and I are renting a house that only recently became a rental, and the people who owned it and lived in it before us left a beautiful...
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Keeping Boundaries
Our 1925 bungalow kitchen opens onto what was once a small porch and is now a small, poorly-insulated mudroom — a “three-season room.” In the summer, we can tolerate the heat waves that emanate from...
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I Have Given You Enough: Gratitude to Grief and Back Again
“Are you already taking Clomid?” the fertility doctor asked me, a note of astonishment in her voice as she stared at the screen in front of her. “No,” I replied. “What’s Clomid?” She didn’t answer my...
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Uptalk?: What your voice may be saying
When I met Rachel at a leadership development event, she was in her early thirties. She was clearly a bright and gifted leader and held a high level of authority for her age and experience. As we...
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Mortal Cracks and Celestial Mortar
Why do we want to be perfect? That thought has come back to me over and again as I’ve done some concrete repair around our house. In my old, ripped, Pollock-esque-paint-splattered khakis and once-proud...
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