Noticing.Twenty-Three

Rabbit, rabbit. I’m running slow after last night’s body adventure. 80% is enough. It has to be. Grateful for both the mercy of a mild episode and for the coffee sitting well. The end of the school year looms near enough to touch, hazy and dark. In previous summers, I had a meatloaf and then a doorstop, neither of which had expectations or much energy. Now there’s both, and momma doesn’t do well with spontaneity or large swathes of empty time. I’m learning how to parent by experience. Which...