Change, or maybe luck, has a funny way of creeping up on you. Maybe you have to feel completely hopeless before it will swoop in to save you, or maybe all it really takes is making other plans before something unexpected magically works out. Whatever it is, it feels like the perversity of the universe…
A funny thing happened recently. After all of the chaos of the semester--tutoring, meetings, technological difficulties--and feeling like somebody who had often been spread too thin, I suddenly noticed that life had become awfully quiet again. Possibly too quiet. Although there was a part of me that rejoiced at my newfound freedom, there were also a few…
Dining with Dostoevsky 