I have a Tumblr account that is a clusterfuck of epic proportions. I follow bands, art museums, scientists, authors, and a large group of teenagers who hate themselves but always share life-affirming quotes. I follow men who like bunnies and women who are always on diets. And I drop in on a ton of fitness…
I love running, but I am an inconsistent runner. Right now, I am tired. My body is a little sore. I have been taking it easy on myself. I signed up to run the TarHeel 10 Miler, last weekend, but I considered skipping it. Who would know? Who would care?! But I decided to pick…
I don’t have many career aspirations. At the age of 39, I thought I would be a human resources lady and a mom. The fact that I write and speak for a living is very crazy. And it’s even weirder when leaders ask me for strategic advice. I always think, “What the hell do I know? I’m…
I am about to Hustle Up the Hancock. I am pretty psyched. Last year, I ran up those flippin’ stairs in 21 minutes. I would like to break 20 minutes in 2014. I’ve been thinking about the way we use the word “hustle” in this country. When I was a kid, it meant two things.…
Hi, everyone. Welcome to LFR HQ. This is just a quiet note to test out the platform. As many of you know, my existence falls into three categories: work, life and cats. Even when I write about feminist hermeneutics and phenomenology, I am really just writing about my cats. As I start to add stuff to…
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