- It’s so much harder to wake up when I want to. The darkness reminds me of the upcoming time change, the inevitability of seasons. Hibernation is coming, whether I like it or not.
- When nothing is sure, everything is changeable, and anything is possible.
- Soft, flow, shift, grow.
- I do and don’t want to go in equal measure. It’s our last one, and it’s always incredible, and she’ll love it, but oh my god, all. those. people. All the noise.
- I almost lose it in the car. She senses mommy is hysterical but can also tell it’s not about her. She stays quiet for a long time while I collect myself. Mercy.
- No Nap McGee strikes again.
- Peanut butter and jelly ice cream sandwich. Running into friends. A princess painting a princess. Grass in the middle of the street.
- I right myself against the onslaught of look-at-me youth projecting beautiful desperation and expensive naivete. I am not less than these. I am not old or ugly or poor or uncultured. I am the daughter of the most high king, and I am worthy.
- Meet her where she’s at.
- I’m fairly certain that “half and half” isn’t supposed to mean “use half cream, half water when you’re out of milk for your cereal.”
