Leaving academia was my act of radical self-care as an intersectional feminist, but I couldn’t see it at the time being clouded in deep grief of deep rejection by a system not designed to see the labour of women of colour. I’ve just read a workbook helping me reclaim who did the final rejecting, and with it restoration.

I taught students under the jacaranda tree to harness the power of nature as we learned together. I took my shoes off to resist the corporate image of what an academic is supposed to look like.

The very academic conceptual framework of “Bullshit”. Can’t argue that!