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Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
Private places to cry.
Safe spaces.
Andrew, Mason, and my parents.
This morning between my math exam and work I had an excellent phone conversation with my mother.
Tonight I saw a man exercising his dog by driving loops in a parking lot with his smart car, his dog running happily behind.
She asked if I was okay and I said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” So she asked again.
I went down to the folks’ house today to have a big family dinner with my parents, grandpa, aunt, sister, brother-in-law, and new nephew. It was lovely to have everyone sit around one big table and talk about life.
Being able to drive down to visit the family was a blessing unto itself. The transmission went out on my car awhile ago, so my father has been very graciously letting me borrow his. Reliable transportation is amazing.
“For the first time in a long time, you’re not who my muse is.”
–Sage Francis