The back to school email came yesterday. I will not read it for [at least] another week.
Charlottesville, VA. I am not surprised or shocked by nazis and white supremacists. Because of our history. Because we elected one. And permission has been granted for the open rage of white men to continue. But I am saddened, angered and hurt again and again.
He is dreaming of first class seats. I am dreaming of a new roof.
Love and fury can exist concurrently. This I know.
The taste of summer tomatoes. Add fresh mozzarella and basil + balsamic and olive oil. Almost perfect.
Cats and books are keeping me sane right now.
Talking to parents about how to talk about their child's physical differences. In a way that is truthful, supportive and that keeps the child involved. Including and encouraging the voice and wants of the person with said differences.
College application spreadsheet. So many pieces, requirements & details.
Vinho verde wine in the tall glass please.
Reaching out to her. Touchpoints. Next week she travels to Maine. Wishing we were closer. Wishing I could make it better.
Low gluten lemon poppyseed bread from Boulangerie.
Taking steps to no longer admin a group of 900 people. Asking others to step up. I do not have enough bandwidth to continue giving so much of myself away.
Dinner conversations about mass murderers, bombings, David Duke, white privilege and making change.
Watching the bee balm die away. Wanting it to last all year.
Emotional preparation for two new specialist visits during the first week of school.
Filing a complaint with the State of Maine Bureau of Insurance. I'm a bit surprised that this is the first complaint like this I've filed.