It’s the week of the switch to Daylight Saving Time, and we are all disabled.
That assertion may come as a surprise to folks who think of themselves as “healthy,” “fit,” “functional” or “abled.” I don’t have any medical problems. What are you talking about?
I’m not talking about medical impairments. I’m talking about disability — specifically, the way that Daylight Saving Time makes us all less able to function for several days each year.
The “social model” of disability arose in the 1970s as a way of understanding the relationship between (primarily) physical impairments and barriers to social participation…
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Over the centuries, one insurance model came to dominate the industry. It’s the one we’re all familiar with: A customer pays an insurance company a premium in exchange for a promise that the insurer will cover certain specified types of losses when they occur.
This model works well for a wide range of risks, which is why we use it. Centuries of experience with it have taught insurers how to calculate rates to protect both themselves and their insureds.
The traditional insurance model, however, isn’t the only available option. In some cases, it’s not even the most effective approach. …
On March 2, Dr. Seuss Enterprises announced that it intended to cease publication of six Seuss titles, ranging from the career-launching And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street to titles that I, despite being a member of the Dr. Seuss book club as a toddler, had never heard of, like McElligot’s Pool.
“These books portray people in ways that are hurtful and wrong,” the organization said in its statement. That one sentence started a revolution.
By the time I wandered in, one position had clearly been staked out: Dr. …
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My name is Dani Alexis, and I’m a workaholic.
Were I confessing to a drug or alcohol addiction, this admission would elicit concern. It might even be mildly shocking. Certainly it would be seen as a problem to be corrected, and I would be praised for my efforts to break free of my unhealthy relationship with my drug of choice.
Because my drug of choice is work, however, I usually get the opposite reaction. I’ve been praised for my “work…
My entire career is creative. I write marketing copy for a living. I write novels for amusement and the occasional spare dollar. I write colorguard and winterguard choreography and consult on marching band show design.
Consequently, I’m often asked: What is your creative process?
And How do you generate ideas?
And How do you discipline yourself to write?
And How do you turn an idea into an entire article/novel/show?
For many years, I struggled to answer this question. A process? Process is for plebians! …
I haven’t always made my money via freelance writing. I’ve also been conventionally employed in various jobs: medical records clerk, camp counselor, editor, lawyer, adjunct.
Despite its challenges, I find I prefer freelancing to conventional employment. The headaches of filing my own business taxes or worrying about cash flow bother me less than the fact that conventional employment gives me no control over where I spend my time.
In fact, presence — not performance — seems to be the thing most employers are paying for.
At least, this is the impression I get from the job suggestions that land in…
I coach at a Title I high school. According to the most recent statistics I can find on our district (not linked here to preserve some anonymity for my students), 72.2% of our students qualify for free or reduced lunch. Close to one-third are technically homeless, having no fixed address. Many of our kids don’t know where they’re going to sleep tonight, nor where they’ll get their next meal.
Unsurprisingly, Covid-19 has hit our district hard. It’s hit poor families and districts across the nation the hardest.
When our school board voted to conduct the school year virtual-only, the district…
As my family knows, I love Turkish Delight.
I’m the only person in the family who does like Turkish Deligh, however. This Christmas, I ordered myself a box of Turkish Delight, figuring that since no one else likes it, no one else would order it. But, like every other decision I’ve tried to make in 2020 based on past information, “buying my own Turkish Delight” ended up being the wrong choice.
I woke up on Christmas morning to catch my husband putting the finishing touches on a batch of homemade Turkish Delight. …
Can I rant about the thesaurus? I’m ranting about the thesaurus.
I was taught, way back in elementary school, the same thing millions of other kids were taught: The thesaurus is a big book of synonyms and antonyms. If you want a word that’s like (or opposite) a word you know, you go look up the word you know and use one of the big, fancy words in the thesaurus instead.
Everyone who ever told you this probably had your best interests as a young writer at heart. …
As seen in The Atlantic that one time. Freelance writer, sci-fi author, pageantry arts nerd. Tweets @danialexis. See also http://danialexis.net