Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Impostor syndrome seems to me to be a common affliction among successful women. Even the thought of calling myself a “successful woman” makes me bristle and feel like I’ve put some kind of jinx on myself.

Although I can see, objectively, that I’ve accomplished a lot and that I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am, my stupid, fragile sense of self-esteem will not allow me to accept that. I fear that allowing myself to experience a sense of pride or accomplishment will make it all go away. I’m convinced that every job I do will be my last and soon, I’ll be found out for the talent-less fraud that I really am.

Teaching in the pandemic is tough. But after a whole year, there are important takeaways.

I run high-school art classes online and in person

I used to feel ashamed crying in public. Now I embrace it every time.

In 2020, I started keeping my ‘crying diaries’

I used to laugh off anti-Asian jokes. Now, I will stick up for myself every time.

It’s been too easy to downplay racism in the past