I recognized something as I sped along the deserted highway and deeper into the sandy swamps of northeastern South Carolina: I will never permanently return to Delaware, “home” for the first twenty-odd years of my life. Of course, I had…
I recognized something as I sped along the deserted highway and deeper into the sandy swamps of northeastern South Carolina: I will never permanently return to Delaware, “home” for the first twenty-odd years of my life. Of course, I had…
A few days ago, I floated the idea of a work-group for scholarly bloggers who hail from a range of backgrounds and affiliations: graduate students, job seekers, and independent scholars as well as people in alternative academic, postdoctoral, tenure-track, and…