Assistant Professor of English:  Lee University, Cleveland TN + M.A. and Ph.D. in English: UNC-Chapel Hill + B.A. in English: Whitworth University, Spokane WA + Email: katherinecarlson at gmail dot com +Twitter and Instagram: @MissPotterPhD

Assistant Professor of English:  Lee University, Cleveland TN
+ M.A. and Ph.D. in English: UNC-Chapel Hill
+ B.A. in English: Whitworth University, Spokane WA
+ Email: katherinecarlson at gmail dot com
+Twitter and Instagram: @MissPotterPhD

On my birthday, stars fall. I came to earth in the thick of the Perseid meteor shower, plunking down on most singular soil: the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. A certain oddness runs in my pedigree. 

" . . . but then there was a star danced, 
and under that was I born." 
― William Shakespeare, 
Much Ado About Nothing

English professor that I am, I'm hoping you're scrawling "self-deprecation" and/or "hubris" in your mental margins -- extra credit for the newborn word "humblebrag," which deconstructs so felicitously. At any rate, I am at once proud and embarrassed by the riches of a childhood spent wandering the woods, reading the classics, and playing all sorts of pretend.

After first grade I moved to Washington State, where overcrowded schools propelled my family into homeschooling. My sister and I emerged at least somewhat socialized, and we got to go on a field trip inside a nuclear reactor to boot. I also did stints at a Christian middle school, and then all four years at Capital High School in Olympia, WA. In the former I learned that people can be snobby, and in the latter I learned that people can be mean. I learned lovely things too, but those were perhaps the most important lessons for one who tended toward the Pollyanna, or at very least the Jo March.

I aspire to be Jane Eyre, delight in comparisons with Anne Shirley, and fear that I am Emma Woodhouse. Show me anything British and I will love it, even if I hate it. I also love curious students, commercial flights, Art Nouveau, reading something when I'm supposed to be reading something else, autumn camping, IPAs, the N on the Meyers-Briggs personality spectrum, cooking, someone else cooking, current passports, scholar-farmers, gaff-rigged catboats, and lyrics by Over the Rhine. When I have my camera in my hand, it is like I'm seeing the world for the first time.  

At least one love of mine deserves his own paragraph. I live with a housebroken Gentlebun of Leisure named Derby. He fancies juicy apples, spontaneous athletics, the peerage, seventeenth century metaphysical poetry, himself, and me. Because the only thing the internet lacked was a rabbit speaking in iambic pentameter, Derby spent a few months tweeting as @TheHonMrBunbury.

Oh, and you can call me Katie.

 "All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world."
― E.B. White
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