Not too long ago at a professional conference, a doctoral student approached me to introduce himself. He was an engaging young man with an eager spirit, direct gaze, and firm handshake. He stated how much he enjoyed my work, especially what he described as the “self-work” that I do in/as autoethnography. He said, “If you have some time during the conference, I would like to talk to you about your work and what I am working on.” And since he was such an amiable soul, we planned to meet later for drinks and maybe a lite dinner. When we met, he pulled out a few notes and said, “I feel that I know you.”

“How so?” I asked.

In his notes he had written what he presumed to be the key signifiers of my identity as drawn from the...

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