Tag: 30

Leaving Duke

Today is the first day of my full-time freelance writing career. My near decade of study and work at Duke University equipped me for this decision. Empowered by faculty and staff, Duke afforded me invaluable opportunities and preparation for this journey. Since arriving at Duke (age 

The Next 30: Birthday Reflections (Part 3 of 3)

The Next 30: Birthday Reflections (Part 3 of 3)

Thanks to love, nurture, and life, this Monkey Girl has survived and thrived for 30 years. I’ve lived in rural towns and cities in three states, traveled to two European countries and one developing country, attend a women’s college (memoir, anyone?), earned two academic degrees, 

Lesson Number 30: Birthday Reflections (Part 2 of 3)

Last August I wrote a post called, “29 Lessons in 29 Years.” At that time, I had already begun to reflect on my nearly 30 years of life–and these were the result. It seems appropriate to amend the list today with one additional lesson. Lesson 

Monkey Girl: Birthday Reflections (Part 1 of 3)

Monkey Girl: Birthday Reflections (Part 1 of 3)

Thirty years ago tomorrow I was born to a 41-year-old nurse (Mom) and a 35-year-old recreational therapist (Dad) in a Los Angeles suburb. After arriving, my parents determined that my skinny legs, dark skin, and black hair made look like an Iranian bird. A few