Meredith curates a professional portfolio of project-based work that complements primary commitments to the Sounding Spirit collaborative in Emory University’s Center for Digital Scholarship.

An interdisciplinary scholar at home in rural Madison County, North Carolina, Meredith’s work spans genres, disciplines, modalities, and sectors. Balancing projects and practices committed to open access principles, Meredith’s work cross-fertilizes and seeds itself. When she partners professionally, Meredith leads in relationship. This means that conversations begin over coffee and often last through dinner. The dessert? Walking one another home.

Meredith’s portfolio is dynamic, and she considers projects and roles that resonate both personally and professionally. To begin a conversation, please contact Meredith at Sample materials and references available upon request.

As a scholar of religion and practitioner of human relations, my tables and teachings invite the sacred to show up and show out. The ineffable has long resisted easy categorization. The human, too. What will we make of holy truths that terrorize? What about those that are not true at all? My feet keep turning cornerstones into stumbling blocks that trip up unawares. Is it enough to notice when foundations falter? 

I wonder about the work of reading and re-reading self and state and nation state and state of mind. What can we glean from country as colonizer as church as collector as crusader as crucible as collective as canon? What will it take to learn from other things, too?

Where and how we look for knowledge itself often bears on what and with whom we are in relationship. Theories of change are authorized by theories of knowledge. What other kinds of being and knowing will grow us all?

An evolving constellation of people, places, and things inform a practice of relation that undergirds my life and my work and my life’s work.  Keeping the sacred sated requires going back for those who are watching and waiting on the other side. There is nothing quite like feeding one another. My work, then, is not mine at all. It belongs with those sounding in all four directions. It is a celebration of sufficiency.