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I write novels, I laugh too long at the wrong parts of movies, and I love a happy ending.

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Our family of five went to a prayer vigil tonight

Our family of five went to a prayer vigil tonight to honor the life of George Floyd, to stand with brothers and sisters who deserve so much better, to say with our presence that we are weary of and disgusted by the inhumanity. We spent nine minutes in silence, on our knees, remembering the last minutes of Mr. Floyd’s life. We felt and feel inadequate and haven’t moved out of that tension one bit. Marc and I stood with our kids and we listened and we learned and we cried and we have our marching orders to do better. We must all do better. #icantbreathe

Yesterday was supposed to be our last day of schoo

Yesterday was supposed to be our last day of school. Since we missed a whole slew of orchestra concerts, choir concerts, award ceremonies, and that moment when you walk down the emptying hallways of your school and feel the giddy joy of a summer staring you in the face, we improvised to give the kids a proper send-off from fifth, eighth and eleventh grade. Dinner, brownie sundaes, and some time where we marked the moment, saying out loud how proud we are of these three. Different can be good. And of course I teared up. That part wasn’t so different. 🖤

Lake days are the best days. ☀️

Lake days are the best days. ☀️

The kids and I came up to the lake for a few days.

The kids and I came up to the lake for a few days. Marc will follow later this week. This information is relevant because we have roles in our marriage, Marc and I. I do all sorts of super cool things that I can’t really think of right now, but Marc. MARC is in charge of rodent removal. In 21 years of marriage, Marc has removed mice, possums (repulsive), woodchucks (faster than you think), raccoons (evil incarnate), foxes (cute but not welcome as house mates), and recently, a skunk. Today I took care of the bat that died on our kitchen counter sometime since opening the cabin in April. I double-gloved. I masked because Marc said bats carry things worse than Covid, and because I had a mask in my purse, for the love of Pete. I rebuffed Mitch, who offered to help. I am a grown woman and I can do this, I said. I scorned (and envied) Ana and Thea, who did not offer to help. And then I picked up that thing by the membrane-y wing and got it into a plastic bag and off to the trash. And then I disinfected my entire existence in case guano was hiding there. What I’m trying to say is that I am a total wimp unless forced. And that I am deeply, forever in love with my husband. May he always, always be on membrane duty from this day forward.🦇

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