Eliana Osborn

1. Write a damn letter.

They were horrible.

I’m proud of you right now, even with all the sadness. Proud of you for heading to rehab, leaving the kids, the man, the house — all of it — to get on top of things. Doing it instead of just thinking about it, talking about it even, hemming and hawing? That’s pretty badass.

Look, Connect Four is not a good game. But it can be over quickly, which is pretty great.

I’m full of emotions: pride, awe, fear, nerves. The spelling bee first, then the piano recital. Two different kids, same mom. Same me, wanting to prevent my boys from pain and discomfort. Same me, biting my tongue and smiling broadly in support.

Standardized tests are taking over the world. I can say this because it is true. Like a creeping vine that seems attractive and charming at first, tests appear to be reasonable for the data and direction they can provide.

I’m not there yet. But I need to be honest—I’m closer to 40 than any other multiple of five.

I’ve developed a fast and furious passion for the new Daily Show host, Trevor Noah.

I, like far too many women in this country and the world, have had a wide variety of experiences involving sexual harassment.

I’m a sucker for an interesting woman, so Notorious RBG is obviously my sort of book.