things I want to tell you...
how I couldn’t sleep at 3am and got up and wrote instead
the book I’m reading and how maybe I’m far enough away from the start of the pandemic that I can read this book now. (Animal Instinct – Amy Shearn) what you would have thought about it, even though neither of us are mothers, and never wanted to be.
how hard it is to be a person sometimes even I don’t have a kid to absorb all my time
all the library cards I make for women who’ve gotten married, but their emails carry their maiden name.
how one of my favorite kids is moving in two weeks and I wonder what he will remember from this time in his life, this neighborhood, his nanny, the library, me.
how much I still can’t read time travel books, because I long for it so much I’d give anything.
I reread The Plot and it’s still so satisfying. The incredulity sometimes, that a mother could do that. mothers are just people after all.
I had people over last weekend and as we sat and talked, I looked around the room and only one person wasn’t queer.
how I would endure summer forever if you would return.