To the Children
“The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”
James Baldwin
The Polysynthetic Language Whisperer
A little about mentors, linguists, and the people who make a difference.
Savannah Needs a Crash Course in Optimality Theory
The Grad School Diaries, Chapter II.
The Great Spanish Spectacular
Soy invencible.
Ain’t No Party Like a Usage-Based Party
The Grad School Diaries, Chapter I.
We Feel Grief. We Feel Fury.
We are not incubators.
My Heart Had Become Narrow for You
In which I return to Arabic and Persian, stopping to smell a candle along the way.
Do Ya, Steampunk?
I thought I had it all going for me. I was wrong!
It’s a Good Thing I Liked Trigonometry
It’s a good day to plan.
It’s a Tea Bag!
“Go get your sister.” — Denise Hinson, circa 2006.
Query Quest
An ode to the kitty soulmates who make the querying process easier.
On the Necessity of McNair
“Before you can make a dream come true, you must first have one.” Ronald E. McNair.
Project Guernica Gets a Life
The sun has risen on my attempts to write this book.
The Soundtrack of the Endless Sandbox
My writing has hit a crossroads.
On What You Must Become
Some meandering thoughts on, among other things, Joseph Campbell and liver spots.
Grammar Idol
Who will be the next Grammar Idol?
This is Heaven
Van pens an ode to French and Turkish.
This is Hell
Van versus Icelandic and Russian phonology.
Project Guernica, Where are You?
Just a few notes on what it means to write a new book when the ghost of your old one lingers at the door.
God Make Me Big in Scandinavia
“I put my soul in what I do.” Fever Ray.
