Many, many years ago when I was in first grade, I came down with scarlet fever. I was the oldest of three and my mom was pregnant with her fourth child. Our house was put under quarantine with a sign stating so at the end of our long driveway. My dad worked away and stayed … Continue reading Quarantine Prayers.
March in the mid-Atlantic states is glorious. Dissatisfied with the quality of C’s preschool and the annoyances of weekly commitments, the COVID school cancellations were a bit of a relief. Sure, museums and other places were closed, but as long as we can go outdoors and explore, it would feel mostly like summer vacation without … Continue reading Protecting my family from COVID-19.
My daughter was sick. For three days her little body fought temperatures in excess of 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Caring for my daughter when she is sick is emotionally and physically exhausting. Her body is the one going through hell so, why does it drain me so much? A three day fever meant four days of … Continue reading family, science, and community
Eleven years ago I gave birth. The doctor announced, "it's a girl," as she took this new life out of my body. Relieved, I released my breath and my body melted down into the bed. A girl. I have a daughter. I got my first glimpse of her and then, as the doctors and nurses … Continue reading 11.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about love this year. I've read books, talked to people, and thought about it. A colleague calls it my love quest. What is love? My professor advises us to approach a novel problem by first thinking about it. Once you have a potential answer, go to the … Continue reading love quest
I recently watched this video of Marcio Donaldson's performance on American Idol. His backstory transported me back to my own story of how a baby transformed my world. Like Donaldson, my mother did the best she could but ultimately my siblings and I ended up in the system. I was 11 and my sister was … Continue reading A better Life.
"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!" I heard it shouted as I approach the corner after dropping my daughter off at her new school. One mile we have to walk and she cried the entire way. I made her rush because we were running late. She hates to be rushed. And so she … Continue reading School drop-off