I’m trying not to be too resentful or stressed out about today and what’s on the docket: his stupid cooking class, the assignment for live literacy tomorrow, something for movement, some more SplashLearn, and maybe a Spanish game. Then coordinating…

Every section in the need-to-finish part has both a love story and a school story, a partner and a teacher. June 9 2020 Is this the first entry in more than two dozen that I’ve actually mentioned the project I’ve…

Gave a presentation to 116 or 170 or something people yesterday…It was a weird experience. I think it went fine. Nobody really listened to what I had to say and I wasn’t given enough time even to say the basic…

It really is always something, isn’t it, whether it’s all the trainings I’m supposed to undergo at Lehman, but probably not at all required to undergo, or [Tune] waking up having wet his bed, or all the dishes I had…

I don’t know how I get back to — [to] where exactly am I trying to get back? There is no “back” really, just now. Just get done what you want to get done, because at some point you can’t…

I cannot care so much about school. It is a practical exercise, a way to have gotten out of credit card debt (and before too long–by September, one would think–a way to get out of student loan debt). It is…

[Monk]’s birthday. Where did five years go? I was just starting work on this memoir when we conceived her, in Maine, and now she’s a few months away from kindergarten, full of opinions and feelings, hilarious and stubborn and quirky.…

Registered for Fall, nearing the end of the semester. Ready to get back to my own work. Whatever that even looks like anymore—research for The End of the Island, wrapping up The Intimate Register, moving toward an orals list and…

In January I wrote 48 hours in 26 working days, and some of that is carryover from JT’s thing and some of that is not being in the semester and some of that is not caring about preparing for my…