School has been cancelled for the remainder of the school year in Illinois. Plenty of other states had already declared this outcome for their students, so it was kind of a “wait until they officially tell us” moment. My kids seem to be fine with it. Me, I’m a bit more emotional about it. It … Continue reading The End Of School
It’s day “I’ve lost count” of the Coronavirus lockdown. The kids and I don’t go anywhere we don’t have to. We were running low on milk and fruit, so Zoe drove us to the grocery store a few days ago. She got her driving permit at the end of February. Which was lucky now that … Continue reading Locking It Down
The entire planet seems to be on this virus lockdown. Going outside has been looked down upon, our government officials have told us to keep our kids at home and away from school. We have been told to not go to work if at all possible. Yet, I have seen a pretty normal amount of … Continue reading What are you doing?
Living on a small farm, I am already very adept at social distancing. I don’t see many people at all on a regular day. I see my kids and my dad. I may offer a wave to another school mom at morning school drop off or schedule a lunch date with someone (there’s really only … Continue reading I Do Have Eggs, Though…
“They’re burning next door” she said when she walked into the room. Were they? I hadn’t noticed. Sure enough, when I looked out of the south bedroom windows the sky was full of smoke. Zoe was referring to a controlled burn that was happening next door to us on conservation land. I saw the flames … Continue reading A Controlled Burn
I just finished reading Joan Didion's non-fiction book The Year of Magical Thinking. I had read it a few years ago and while I enjoyed it then, it meant a hell of a lot more to me now. It's about her life after her husband died of a massive heart attack while they were eating … Continue reading Cold
We bought the little kitchen in 2011. The girl was sick, she had cancer, and she loved playing with the kitchen in the hospital playroom. The playroom she was allowed to go into when she had the energy to get out of her bed. The playroom she was allowed to go into when her immune … Continue reading The Little Kitchen