Easing into Summer Professor/Writer Version

An end-of-semester status report:

  1. All I have left to grade is final essay exams for my Personal Adjustment students.
  2. I’ve successfully weaned myself off the lithium with apparently no difficulties. We shall see.
  3. I am done with Kringle Through the Snow (Kringle Christmas romance); struggling with Carrying Light (Hidden in Plain Sight series; a novel about Barn Swallows’ Dance and societal collapse)
  4. My summer will be spent supervising 10 interns (a smaller amount), putting together two new classes for fall, and writing. I foresee lots of Starbucks time. Starbucks will have to learn to love me.
  5. Summer trips: A conference in San Francisco end of May, New York Hope (disaster training exercise for which I am moulage coordinator) at beginning of August, and hopefully a writing retreat here and there.
  6. My writing/publishing goal list for summer: Finish Carrying Light; prepare Kringle Through the Snow for Oct. 1 release; prepare Reclaiming the Balance (Hidden in Plain Sight series) for Jan. 1st release; Set up my social media posts through December on Loomly.
  7. My wish list: That amazing bit of happenstance that will propel my writing into notice, continued health for my family (one husband, four cats, extended folks), and inspired writing.
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A Gift from the Universe

Today I found out that I will be teaching not one, but two of my favorite classes this fall.

The first is Family Resource Management, and this has a bit of history. I used to teach this when I taught in a Family and Consumer Sciences department (that is my background). It’s one of my favorite classes because all management is resource management. It’s part of everything we do and decide.

I lost this class when the FCS Department got disbanded some 12 years ago and I was placed in the Behavioral Sciences Department. I taught Psych classes there, teaching myself as I went along. The classes I taught in Psych included Research Methods, Personal Adjustment and General Psychology. I also taught (and still teach) Case Management, which is a lot closer to what I’m used to.

But now we’re bringing back Resource Management, and I’m teaching it!

The other class is Disaster Psych. This is a class for Emergency and Disaster Management majors. I am, besides being Behavioral Sciences faculty, EDM faculty by virtue of teaching Case Management, an option for the major that few students take. (Most EDM students are high adrenaline students who like humanitarian hot zones and lots of sirens).

I feel at home with the EDM people, and I work with them twice a year doing moulage (casualty simulation) for their disaster/humanitarian simulations. So I love working with them.

It’s funny how, when what we do is a good fit, our self-image becomes more solid. I have felt like an impostor for years, with most of the classes I taught not sitting with my self-image. But now I feel like I’m doing what I trained for.

Semper Gumby

“Semper Gumby” is a saying in the emergency and disaster management community (and military) that means to always be flexible. This has been a fine week for the motto.

LOS ANGELES – NOV 27: Gumby at the 85th Annual Hollywood Christmas Parade at Hollywood Boulevard on November 27, 2016 in Los Angeles, CA

On Monday, I broke the projector screen to our big lecture hall, readying for my general psychology class. My boss says I didn’t really break it, but I know better. With quick thinking, I projected upon the not-so-ideal whiteboard.

On Wednesday (same class) the projector screen functioned. But the projector did not. So I had to use my PowerPoint slides as notes and give the lecture without visuals, and send the slides later to the 75-person class.

On Friday, the projection unit worked, but my lecture strangely vanished from my computer. So I gave a whole lecture (without notes) on research. Fortunately, I could deliver the lecture without referring to my notes. Next week’s lecture on parts of the brain would not be so easy for me because I’m not a visual person.

All this bad luck seems focused on my gen psych class, which I’m teaching for the first time this semester. If I were a more superstitious person, I’d incense the corners of the room to drive away evil spirits. But I’m a professor, so I rely on semper gumby to get through the daily disasters.

I’m hoping next week goes well.

The Beginning of Spring Semester

 Work is starting to leak into my last days off — revising the syllabi (already written) for the university records, fielding emails from internships, meetings, trying to locate all my masks …

And rewriting my schedule, so I have time to write despite work coming back into full swing. 

One of the pluses of teaching at a university is that we get more time off than other people. Actually, we don’t have as much time off as it looks, because we have to do class prep, take emails, have meetings and the like. Still, we get at least more flexible time to get these things done. (Note, I work summers supervising interns, so that’s not a vacation either.)

I have to get back into the mindset, though. The routine. Getting dressed for work, grading, getting ready for classes (which will be taught online and over Zoom simultaneously.) Meetings and more meetings. 

I can start that on Thursday. 

Class, COVID, and time



 I’m finding it hard to find time to write lately. Teaching in COVID-19 is hard work. My average class is taught live, recorded on ZOOM, and taped for further reference. This way, if a student is well, they attend. If a student is quarantined or isolated, they join a Zoom session. If they’re really sick, they watch the recorded version later.

It’s hard to manage. I’m still having technical difficulties three days later. I hope the students are forgiving, because I’m doing the best I can. One class I have enough distancing that I’m probably safe with a face shield; the other class is impossible to get distancing in, so we’re doing our best to listen.

One of the hardest adjustments for me is to trivial I don’t even want to mention it. But I will: I can’t stand not wearing lipstick. It rubs off on masks, no matter what type I try. When I take my mask off, I feel naked. I am convinced my lips are the best part of my face, and they’re — not there. 

Still trying to solve that trivial problem.


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 We officially have 52 students out with COVID; not sure who’s just quarantined to help stop the spread. This is less than I expected the first week.

A Hiatus from Fiction



I’m not going to be writing too much for the next few days — or at least I’m not going to be writing creatively the next few days. I have a big paper due Friday for my Serving Diverse Communities in Disaster paper. I’ll try to knock out three pages a day so I don’t get stuck doing everything at the last minute.


When I’m done with this paper, I’ll be done with the summer class. But then I’ll be working on improving online presence in my class this fall. But that can be paced as well, and I will have time to write. 

Wish me luck on this paper!


Both sides of the educational equation



I think college professors should take college classes every now and then. It gives us an insight as to what we’re doing to our students.


I’m taking an online course on Serving the Diverse Community During Disaster. It’s a great class, as all my classes in disaster mental health have been. However, these are the thoughts that keep going through my mind: 

  • This class is only five weeks long! How am I going to get all this done in such a short time?
  • I hate group projects.
  • I have 150 pages to read each week! 
This is what I put my students through (except they probably only read half as much in a week). These things are necessary for learning, and the pace is necessary for a summer class. So when I’m teaching, I have to incorporate lots of reading, group projects, and all those assignments. 

But when I’m a student, I see it from the students’ point of view, and I have to remind myself all is wise and necessary.

A little about my day job/All I’ve learned will be useful

I’m running a bit late today, because I’ve been getting stuff put together for my Spring semester, which starts next week with a rash of meetings, followed by classes starting on the 8th of January.

My position in the department is an odd one, because I’m in a Behavioral Sciences — think Psychology/Sociology/Human Services — department at a small regional midwestern college. The oddness is that, although I have many classes in sociology and psychology and some in human development, my degree is neither in sociology or psychology. My degree is in family and consumption economics, which means I study families’ relationships with time and money and things related to time and money. In effect, it means that I’m highly versed in many of the items that human services deals with — resources, decision-making, basic human needs.

The classes I teach show a glimpse of the odd position I’m in in the department. I teach a behavioral economics class — behavioral economics is actually a thing where psychology tears down the belief that consumers are rational (i.e. the basic belief of economics) with lots of experiments showing exactly how irrational people are with their money.

Another class I teach is a human services class, Intro to Case Management, which comes naturally as well, as I have taught resource management classes for years. It’s all about how to build a rapport with the client, help the client plan a set of goals toward getting toward their new life, and arranging linkages with professionals and other services that will help them toward their goal. In other words, it’s all the steps of resource management with a client.

The third class I teach, I only teach in the spring, and I believe I teach it because nobody else wanted to. It’s a really fun class, despite the name — Personal Adjustment. It’s a hardcore psychology class about theories of … happiness and well-being. Because it’s a hardcore psychology class, I need the students to remember that Seligman is attached to the concept of the “Good Life” and signature strengths, Csikszentmihalyi developed the concept of Flow activities, and Diener was the guy who did the beeper studies where he’d randomly ask subjects to report what they were doing and feeling. (I was a student of Diener’s as an undergrad and I so wanted to be in that study!) But I studied quality of life from an economic viewpoint in graduate school, and so now I teach it from a psychology viewpoint.

Do I believe everything is interrelated? Yes, most certainly! I see myself as standing in the middle of a universe of information and pulling out stars and comets of information as I see them (please hold off on the “center of the universe” jokes). I braid the strands of information together, and search for more information to continue the braid into a whole concept, a theory, or even a metaphor. 

Everything I’ve ever learned is in that universe waiting for me to remember it. Nothing is too random to keep — not Existentialism, nor food garnishing, nor the significant of slow blood refill when you squeeze someone’s thumb, nor how soap works, nor Becker’s third theorem in A Treatise on the Family, nor the first snowflake I’d ever seen …

I need to keep learning for the rest of my life. I’m not done at age 54 with a PhD in Family and Consumption Economics from 1991 (Shout out to those of you who weren’t born yet!) I need to learn for my job, I need to learn for my writing, I need to learn for the thrill of standing in the middle of that universe of information…

Ironically, I may get a chance. Higher Learning Commission, our accrediting body, suggests that I need to take 21 hours in a psychology-related field because I’m teaching Psychology without a degree in Psychology.

I’m thinking of a certificate in Disaster Psych, which would add many interesting comets to my universe.