After 15 years as an adjunct, a writer moves across the country and hits the reset button: "Maybe I’ll go back to teaching. But if I do, I’ll go back with open eyes."
How I Get By
As a married adjunct living in New York City, I have the economic privilege of a 1950s housewife. And yet I recognize that things could be so much worse.
Meet a New York City adjunct who is, for all intents and purposes, homeless: "Today I'm a professor and I don't have a mailing address."
As she prepares for the birth of her second child, an assistant professor realizes her lean years as a student and adjunct aren’t entirely behind her.