Raising a non-verbal toddler has its challenges, of course, but little guy just clapped for the end of a song in Newsies and then handed me the remote control, the politest “I’m done with this now, Mama” ever delivered by a three year old.
Testing my mettle against the Forbidden Popsicle, aka taking my third COVID test in three days.
I feel fine! I don’t have symptoms! But I’m going on vacation tomorrow and am feeling extremely paranoid!
I’m having a lot of big splashy feelings and psychic movement lately, and I’m doing my best through this period of joyful destabilization, but I’m still me and therefore will still sometimes go, “Oh NO CATASTROPHE” when it is in fact just a little thing.
If y'all think I'm ever going to a convention again without a mask you are sorely mistaken. Not only is it protection from COVID, I have been Con Crud-free for years and I am not about to break that streak.
In my dream I paint the second layer on a canvas; my teacher says I ruined it but I say it’s just the beginning. My friend and I drive off road; we pass a broadcast booth with the door thickly painted shut, an echoing courtyard, a daycare where children generated by AI chase us like velociraptors.
Stopped myself mid-bite from eating the dill hummus in my son’s lunchbox, as I realized—horrorstruck—that I was about to digest something that went into AND CAME OUT OF a 3-K Pre-K classroom.
When Caleb gets hungry, he walks into the kitchen, grabs a toddler food packet from a bowl on the counter, and walks back to the couch.
But he can’t open the packet himself, so he just holds it until he forgets about it, then goes back to the kitchen for another one, still clutching the original.
Caleb was dancing on the couch, so on a whim I went looking for YouTube playlists of best dance music videos; now the kids are learning about Janet Jackson.
Plantar fasciitis is a real kick in the teeth in a city where I walk everywhere every day. Currently really feeling my state as An Old, confined to supportive sneakers and Birkenstocks.
I have been given a number of incredible body gifts in the past year, and tonight I am enjoying one of them—a new love of spicy food—by dousing my dinner in chili oil.
Helen calls the waitress over:
“I want you to tell your …selves that the grilled cheese is very good.”
“Aw, thank you, is it the best you’ve ever had?”
“Well, they’re very good.”
Helen (age 7) thinks that They Might Be Giants should write a song called “After Some Casual Research” in which the band answers all of the questions they’ve asked in their previous songs. This is a great idea, someone please inform the Johns.
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Helen’s jiu jitsu program asks her to perform an act of community service before moving up a belt level. She decided she’s going to raise money for the World Wildlife Fund by selling her original paintings of “octopus art” at our family’s Memorial Day party this weekend.
