Are you feeling lucky?
I am one of the lucky ones. Privileged. I’m reminded of this as I begin a post in which I am going to lament, bitch, whine, and rant about the lack of adequate paid family leave in this country.
I am one of the lucky ones. Privileged. I’m reminded of this as I begin a post in which I am going to lament, bitch, whine, and rant about the lack of adequate paid family leave in this country.
A couple of new posts are up on rowan.small.and.mighty. He’s been pretty sick with RSV/Bronchiolitis.
It is frankly astonishing that child protective services never showed up at my front door to question my parents.
Saying I love weather is like saying I love breathing, it’s part of who I am, and has been for as long as I can remember. There is a home video from Christmas ’89 where I am playing in the snow, making snowballs, and generally being a kid – then I suddenly look up at the camera and with the authority of a meteorologist I state, “this is the first white Christmas in New Bern since 1898.” Then I go back to playing.
7:30pm – Put Rowan in the swing. Â Turn it to level three, turn on the music, turn on the lights and mobile, stand on one leg, wish on a star, and sell my soul in hopes he will actually fall asleep.
I just posted a couple of new things over at rowan.small.and.mighty