私の日本語はとっても悪いです!

Note: My apologies for the last minute entry. You can see why here. Somewhere between Wilde and Derrida I realized that language was something I was thrust into. It filled the world around me and gave form to everything. As I grew and became a reader, language created a temporal gateway between myself, the writer …

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It’s privilege to not care that I’m Irish.

How timely this week’s reading is. I’m not referring to the unprec/sidented executive order banning the entrance of people from seven countries into the United States, but that bastion of nationalism, the prime example of “us” versus “them”, the microcosm of competition and hate that signifies America’s willingness to come together and hate someone else, …

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Hi, my name is Heather and I’m a…

Defining my subject position seems...infinite. I can easily say female and white - the two broadest categories; add in cisgender and heterosexual - for the less interesting bits. Class? Well...when? I've gone from lower-middle to upper-middle to middle-as-you-can-get-middle and back again. All of those levels have their own nooks and crannies, if you will, and each …

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