An artist’s activist bio for the end of capitalism

Every word I try write since the COVID-19 pandemic seems bizarrely ironic. All my thoughts feel like unintentional platitudes missing a mark that keeps moving despite sheltering in place. Each word trying to escape is an S.O.S., a cry for connection, a plea for something different. My words are zygotes made from hopefulness and dread, … More An artist’s activist bio for the end of capitalism

Labor Day Thoughts on Misogyny, White Supremacy, and Collective Grieving

being a white presenting woman, came with the privilege of being able to park my car with no money and be trusted enough to return with what I owed. White privilege was blatantly working in my favor at that moment and I was accepting that privilege with tempered gratitude that felt equally complicit and coercive. … More Labor Day Thoughts on Misogyny, White Supremacy, and Collective Grieving


Institutionally, most schools have become a system for laundering federal and private student loan money in order to make a few people wealthy while the rest go into debilitating debt. In other words, bastions of neoliberalism. Or maybe more accurately, bastards of neoliberalism. … More Rope-A-Dope

Wading into Action

When the union organizers came to my school I was cordial but suspicious; I liked my job, things were fine, but I had been raised to believe in unions, so I would give them a chance. As an adjunct, I was led to believe that job insecurity was normal, that not having benefits was normal, that being expected to do unpaid work for the college and do everything the tenured faculty did, but for lower pay, was normal. It didn’t occur to me that this was poor treatment. … More Wading into Action

We Are the Ones

More than ever, we need to be the ones to take leadership in the labor movement and ensure it becomes a solid mechanism to work from as we organize safety nets to catch even more of us falling through the gaping hole of an incomprehensible wealth gap and the distressing beat of a neofascist government. … More We Are the Ones

The Awakening: Many Voices, Many Stories

That was the moment when I stopped being silent in class, when I began introducing myself as an adjunct from the very first day, on my syllabus, and talking about what that meant to the students in my class. I lost patience with my FTT colleagues in the union who clearly were not interested in making working conditions better for us. … More The Awakening: Many Voices, Many Stories

Killing the Hungry Ghosts

Those of you reading this are likely already helping to expose corruption and increase our visibility. As you know, adjuncts are still fairly invisible to the powers that be. The Higher Education Price Index from Commonfund Institute, the top manager of educational endowments, eliminates contingent faculty from their data. US News & World Report fails to present ratios of contingent to full-time faculty for institutions. … More Killing the Hungry Ghosts