This post/letter passed in front of my eyes this morning. It kind of knocked the wind out of me. I have a collection of images in my memory that mirror this author's in their clarity, message, and impact. When I was 14 or so I was rooting around in the fridge and my mom came up behind me and said with a distinct sigh, "oh, I'm sorry, I guess you got my hips..." It was no secret to me that my mom had body image issues. It just hadn't occurred to me until that moment that I was going to/supposed to share them. What she felt like she should but could not fix in herself she had hoped she could fix in me -- and it that moment she admitted to both of us that she could not.
So... a 14 year old girl lives in my house with me. And I am going to be very mindful of what I say about both of us.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
I'm updating my calendar today and looking at the possibility of doing 4 conferences in the next 11 months. That is pretty ambitious, especially since three of them are out of the country (okay, two are only in Toronto, but, last I looked, Canada was still a different country). I'm looking forward to taking E with me to Paris in April (she can try out her French for real and help her poor language-challenged mama). I'm also looking forward to being more engaged in scholarly communities connected directly to my research. The last time I did this was in 2009 and I count that year as one of my very, very best. It ended in chaos with the arrival of Hank (the cystic schwannoma in my spine), but up until that derailed me in late November, I was flying high and it was due in large part to being constantly and deeply in the research on many fronts, presenting it to many different groups, etc. etc. I also had one of those magical groups of students who loved the history, loved me, and loved each other.... and they fed off of my own scholarly zing. I think it is worth trying for that again!