strangers

Every time I complain about the difficulty of parenting, whether the child is neurodivergent or absolutely 100% neurotypical, someone drops in my mentions to tell me either A. Children are a blessed gift from heaven that should never be taken for granted or (even less helpful) B. UR DOING IT WRONG.

Thank you, Isolde, for making me pause, for encouraging me to ditch the pocket computer for conversation with someone new.

What's more dangerous — meeting people on the Internet or meeting people in real life?

She will talk to strangers in the supermarket, at Target, at Toys ‘R Us, at the park, at the bank, and the post office.

For some reason, the idea that two women are related and together in public is somehow so exciting that it must be made known to everyone within a mile radius.

On a very special BART journey:

Everyone is busy wringing out their hearts, revisiting past stories and chasing future selves.