Home from work in the late afternoon, I listened to my daughter share about her last day of virtual high school. Good God. I mean, what else can I possibly say to that?
As a writer and a mother, I’m feeling up against the wall these days. Who isn’t, really?
There’s no antidote but to move on, I know, as thoughtfully as possible, while trying to be as decent and kind as possible. In my world, that includes the wordlessness of watering my garden, listening to the geese winging their way over my head from one patch of open water to another. Listening…..
Listen: you are not yourself, you are crowds of others, you are as leaky a vessel as was ever made…
— Rebecca Solnit