Scientists go crazy for conferences. We always have an internal competition about who can collect the most freebies from exhibitors; we love a good party with professors dancing on tables and although most of us are introverts, we love to accidently hang out and network with other passionate nerds. Working in the public sector and… Continue reading Sometimes I forget
"I'm scared of darkness. I'm scared of light. I'm scared of the monsters under my bed. I'm scared of earth worms and politics, dentists, ghosts and critique. I'm scared of yes. I'm scared of no. I'm scared of dying before I start to grow." - A translation of one of my very old poems from… Continue reading No clowns in this circus!
I never wanted to be the red eyed, slurring, drunk lady at the bar who shares her tragic story with whomever is unfortunate enough to wait a little too long for their cocktail/beer/brannewyn & Coke. We all have that one aunty whose service providers are always unreasonable and that one friend whose boyfriends are always… Continue reading Graciously vulnerable
My husband went for a 14 km run, hammered some unexpecting pieces of wood in the garage and went to fly his newly modified model helicopter. I watched Friends clips on YouTube, went for breakfast with my mom and bought sushi for dinner. We watched the movie version of the book I just finished reading,… Continue reading Converting disappointment
I was sitting in bed, choosing a new cat-themed background for my laptop and checking other artsy scientists’ Instagram accounts, you know - really changing the world with my amazing undertakings when THE EMAIL came through. I burst out crying in shock and surprise… I passed my Masters degree in Human Genetics… with a… Continue reading I am a Master
My Facebook message went something like this: “Dear Reverend, I am a member of your church and I’m also a student, studying Human Genetics. We are currently studying evolution and I was thinking how beautifully it fits in with the story of creation. I would just like to know what the church’s opinion is about… Continue reading Faithless but hopeful
I used to think of symptoms as clues to guide us scientists to know where to look in the DNA blueprint for mistakes in the genetic code (mutations). Since my father-in-law, who is affected with motor neuron disease (MND/ALS) moved in with us, the term atrophy now means that since last week he cannot pick… Continue reading On being an infertile scientist
"But I don't want to go to church!" I complained to myself and threw a mini tantrum in my bed, frightening my hibernating cats. Especially not at 7:00 on a Sunday morning. In Winter. And why is it not a "thing" to bring take away coffee to church? When my father-in-law moved in with us,… Continue reading Inappropriate laughter in church
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