I am already feeling nostalgic for the elements of simplicity of our lives right now. Or, rather, our lives, circa 4 weeks ago. It feels like there was a moment in which all we were tasked with doing was staying healthy and feeding one another. That is a state of being I’m going to miss.
I’m most unclear and worried about my kids’ school…
I am already feeling nostalgic for the elements of simplicity of our lives right now. Or, rather, our lives, circa 4 weeks ago. It feels like there was a moment in which all we were tasked with doing was staying healthy and feeding one another. That is a state of being I’m going to miss.
I’m most unclear and worried about my kids’ school life. I wonder so much about how life will be this fall. I haven’t thought too much past the July cutoff for unemployment which will bring its own new issues.
I began a more public writing practice that has been my thread, my connection to the outside. What it's given me in return is a knowing that my imperfect work resonates with others deeply. That feels so good. I’m trying to continue giving that gift, though I’m weary and uncertain how long I can go.
What have you learned about the country you live in, and how has that learning shaped how you want to show up as a citizen? Wow. This one. The structural inequities of our society keep revealing themselves over and over, deeper and deeper. There’s no way to replace the losses my city has seen and I am privileged to feel the impact only tangentially. I worry most about the kids in this city, kids I used to teach and kids who I know need support. I wonder how I can be of service to them; no answer yet, but something I'm working toward.
One night, my partner and I decided to make dumplings for dinner. He insisted, which is his way, on making them from scratch and this process ended up taking longer than expected. That night you could find the four of us, him, me, our twin 6 year olds, all rolling and crimping dumplings at around 8:30pm, way past bedtimes and rising hunger levels. We all kept going, all of us, our hands making the dinner we’d normally be in Chinatown for, instead, at our round kitchen table. It was 9:30pm when we ate. None of that mattered. It was delicious.
I am already feeling nostalgic for the elements of simplicity of our lives right now. Or, rather, our lives, circa 4 weeks ago. It feels like there was a moment in which all we were tasked with doing was staying healthy and feeding one another. That is a state of being I’m going to miss.
I’m most unclear and worried about my kids’ school life. I wonder so much about how life will be this fall. I haven’t thought too much past the July cutoff for unemployment which will bring its own new issues.
I began a more public writing practice that has been my thread, my connection to the outside. What it's given me in return is a knowing that my imperfect work resonates with others deeply. That feels so good. I’m trying to continue giving that gift, though I’m weary and uncertain how long I can go.
What have you learned about the country you live in, and how has that learning shaped how you want to show up as a citizen? Wow. This one. The structural inequities of our society keep revealing themselves over and over, deeper and deeper. There’s no way to replace the losses my city has seen and I am privileged to feel the impact only tangentially. I worry most about the kids in this city, kids I used to teach and kids who I know need support. I wonder how I can be of service to them; no answer yet, but something I'm working toward.
One night, my partner and I decided to make dumplings for dinner. He insisted, which is his way, on making them from scratch and this process ended up taking longer than expected. That night you could find the four of us, him, me, our twin 6 year olds, all rolling and crimping dumplings at around 8:30pm, way past bedtimes and rising hunger levels. We all kept going, all of us, our hands making the dinner we’d normally be in Chinatown for, instead, at our round kitchen table. It was 9:30pm when we ate. None of that mattered. It was delicious.
The story melts my heart. I'm so glad your writing has found its audience ears. What a gift.