After getting a doctorate in American literature from New York University, I realized I didn't want to move somewhere I didn't want to live in order to do something I didn't want to do, i.e., teach. What can I say? There are book smarts, and there are life smarts.

But my Ph.D. comes in handy when... well, not so often. Having an advanced degree in English makes you socially suspect ("Ooh, I'd better watch my grammar around you"), and, outside of academia, less employable ("With your doctorate in literature, Ms. Jarolim, would you really feel comfortable editing romance novels?"). It can also get you into trouble. Early on, I put "Dr. Jarolim" on a credit card. I cut it up after I was called on to do an emergency appendectomy at a bar.

That said, the subject of my dissertation, Paul Blackburn, died at the age of 44 in 1974, so a lot of his wild and crazy poet friends were still around.  I had a blast hanging out with them in the name of research. And instead of having to get a real job during those years, I could hide out and read great books. I even got my dissertation published, and in two versions: The Collected Poems of Paul Blackburn and the Selected Poems of Paul Blackburn, which I edited and introduced. Sadly, they're both out of print. I do have one extra copy to sell of another Blackburn book I helped compile, The Omitted Journals.

Getting a Ph.D. also gave me the moxie to write book reviews, including several shorts in the New York Times. Here's a longer one I wrote since moving to Arizona. I'm always up for doing more. These days, I know a lot about travel books and food and pretty much anything relating to the Southwest and Mexico.

And if you're looking for a panelist, conference participant or keynote speaker who has academic credentials but doesn’t speak academese, I’m your gal. My specialties are travel and food writing, creative nonfiction, and editing, but I’m open to other topics; we Ph.D.s are quick studies. I’m also available to lead “Life After Academia” support groups and 12-step programs for those addicted to academic jargon.

*That's a fancy French way of saying "failed"