Author Archives: Erin

The job-hunt advice just gets weirder and weirder.  This past week I sent off what I think may be my last job applications (with a total in the high thirties; Sydney thinks I’m not sufficiently discriminating), and look forward to … Continue reading →

While pointing unmistakably at my planner: “Dat. Book.” “You want Mama’s book?” While giving me a wide-eyed look: “Be very gentle.” Is it any surprise I gave him the book? Erin

I was surprised to read about the rioting, much of it with a racist edge, on the Ole Miss campus after Obama’s re-election.  Just a few months ago I was there, watching my parents and daughter walk through the memorial to … Continue reading →

Sydney returned from his talk on Friday ready to play helpmeet.  He’s been taking the kids for much longer stretches and has completely taken over the kitchen this weekend while I frantically put together a talk for next week.  One … Continue reading →

Sydney and I are busy this week: he gives a talk in London on Friday and I give one here in Oxford next Wednesday.  As we were both sitting down to start our papers, we realized that I will be … Continue reading →

This morning I spent coffee hour listening to a circle of British grad students who were dissecting swing states’ makeup and making plans to stay up late tonight to watch the election returns.  It still surprises me to hear the … Continue reading →

Although giraffes were certainly the highlight of our zoo visit, we saw a range of other animals there.  The baby meerkat was cute: But it was even more interesting watching the meerkats work together, with the sentinel keeping a close … Continue reading →

We have returned from a long day at the zoo, and we’re ready for a rest.  Sydney and I both have our feet up, and both kids are sound asleep.  Needless to say, missed nap times and needing to be … Continue reading →

Our recent trip to Devon had Sydney firmly resolved never to take a full-family vacation again while the kids are small, but we are, ahem, going to give it another go.  Sydney thought of taking Katherine to the London Zoo … Continue reading →

As Katherine sings in a tone that’s closer to fog horn than to music, laughing all the while, I ask, “Are you being obnoxious?” “Yeaaaaaaaaaaah.” “Noxious,” contributes Nathaniel. So, “noxious” goes around our house like wildfire, lasting a good two … Continue reading →