Theodore and Pollyanna

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. Theodore Roosevelt wrote that in his autobiography, which I have not read nor do I own. I do, however, have a copy of a biography about him called Theodore Rex, but I haven’t read that either. Yet. I bought it at least three years ago at a thrift store when we lived in Chicago with such good intentions, but it remains in a stack, unknown to me.

On love and pain and time: I had birthed a death

I am sitting in a Starbucks off of Main Street. It is Sophie’s third day of preschool, where she will spend 2.5 hours every Monday through Friday for the next 10 months or so. Let’s just say that that gives me 2 hours to myself, given that I will need time to drop her off and pick her up. So that's 10 hours a week. 40 hours a month. 400 hours over the next 10 months, give or take.

Nia Wilson

I first read about Nia Wilson on a Tuesday night in an Instagram post. This is why we are saying her name: On Sunday night, July 22, she was riding the BART train with her sisters in San Francisco. They got off to switch trains, and while they were on the platform, a man came up to her and her sister, Lahtifa, and stabbed both of them in the neck. Lahtifa was injured but survived; Nia died from her injuries. She was 19 years old.

A cake story

I had spent three and a half hours at the VW dealership which was about three hours longer than I expected. I had spent $150 which was about $130 more than I could afford to spend. Isn't that the way it always goes with cars? Something is always leaking or flat or old or broke, which is also an apt way to describe what it feels like postpartum.


Today is Juneteenth. I only recently found out what this day is about when I was at the library with my kids and there were a few books displayed concerning the holiday, next to more books about freedom and the 4th of July. 

Does free speech protect false speech?

It's become a part of my routine to listen to The Daily, a podcast produced by the New York Times and hosted by Michael Barbaro. They are shortish 20-30 minute pieces about what's going on in the country/world, mainly in politics, but sometimes they will do stand alone stories

A Quiet Place: Sound and silence

As I headed out to my car last night after the end credits rolled for A Quiet Place, I was hyperaware of the silence. I noticed every step I took, the slamming of my car door, the wind moving the bare branches. I got home and the door to my daughter's room creaked as I opened it to tuck her in before I went to bed—I died. I shuffled papers on the counter—I died.