Eighth Day

Even though we have All Day, we wait until Normal Time to practice. Then I look up and see it’s 8:15 PM and no one is in jams. Then I realize time doesn’t matter. I remember distance learning kicking us into outer space where we spun – still alive, somehow – untethered.

Seventh Day

I am confident we won’t have school the rest of the week. Here are 50 words about the day. This one is “No Change.” The district e-mails. The subject line is, “Negotiations continue; classes canceled Tuesday,” leading me to believe they think we could be back on Wednesday. Which is when I read the e-mail…

Sixth Day

This one is “Snowmelt.” Snowmelt flowed down the path at the nature center we visited. What a jerk, moving so freely like that, directly under my feet. I’m tensing about the week to come. Bedtimes never matter when we switch to Daylight Saving Time or the Sunday before the second week of a strike.

Fifth Day

I call this one “Too Much Not Enough.” We run in circles. We cry standing. Outside is gray. Inside is, too, until the baby plays peekaboo. Tasks accomplished like springs; push them down until you can’t hold them back any longer and damn it if they don’t knock you over. It’s way too much and…

The Novelty Has Worn

Last year at this time I had our whole summer planned and on the various Google calendars. Last year at this time the novelty of a pandemic summer was a curiosity and an adventure, a challenge of creativity. Last year at this time I was sick of being inside, but I wasn’t burnt by it…

The Re-surfacing

I’m re-surfacing. I’m publishing my newsletter, Stories About Telling Stories, again. Here is the most recent edition. You can subscribe here. I’m also writing on Substack stuff that I hope will keep me motivated through the nine months of winter here in Minneapolis. I released a podcast episode, too. I can hardly wait to resign…

My Doula Was Four Years Old

Two years ago I am 39 1/2 weeks pregnant and my daughter becomes a four-year-old doula by mistake. On this date in 2019, I wake up around 3:00 in the morning on a Friday. I use the bathroom. No one else is supposed to be awake at this point in the morning, but my daughter…