There’s an unfinished newsletter sitting in this word document above the words I’m typing, due in a week. There’s another post just below them. And besides these, there’s another unopened document full of unused notes and unfinished scraps of thought, … Continue reading
I first encountered one of my favorite books in sixth grade. I was pulled out of class for a gifted program, walked down the hall to an unfamiliar, sterile classroom, and listened to a teacher whom I did not know … Continue reading
I type this with one hand while the other is pinned under a snoozing baby and starting to go a little numb. It is a slow, quiet day. Finnegan had surgery a few hours ago and is sleeping it off, … Continue reading