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				I so enjoyed this conversation with @amyjuliabecker , talking about:
			
					
				Did you know that there are entire Twitter accounts devoted to scoring our Zoom spaces? I gave a reading the other week.  A Twitter account gave my Zoom space an 8/10. A-hem. It’s still a pandemic. Let’s normalize disorder, imperfect lighting, odd laundry piles. Let’s feel no need to pretend that we’re not actually living in a historic moment of monumental pressure, adaptation, and elastic waist pants. 
			
					
				I wear the mask for others more than myself. The science says it protects the people around you more than the wearer. In that way, it becomes an act of care. It helps protect those who can’t be vaccinated—and those who haven’t been. 
			
					
				Re: Simone Biles: I can't help but think (and hope) that this will be a game changer for conversations around mental health. On the competition floor, she appeared fine. She has no physical injuries. She could stand beside her teammates and wholeheartedly cheer them on. But she knew she wasn't "fine." 
			
					
				Delta variant got you down? Join me and Autumn McClintock for some poetry, Wednesday night virtually at 7pm. I think there’s even an open mic after, so bring some poems to share if you’re into it! Visit Moonstone Arts Center for the Zoom link.
			
					
				“I WON!” Fiona cried when she ran out of the bumper car. Meanwhile, her younger sister was hell-bent on winning a prize from the carnival game of near-impossible chances, and striking out. I had to explain to her that sometimes just playing and having fun is the win. And then her sister poured out of this bumper car, both arms held high, declaring herself the winner of a ride that has no official first place. 
			
					
				“Somewhere after our first year with Fiona, the desire to change my kid died and got buried in that imaginary sand dune along with her nonexistent tip of chromosome four. The desire to catch her up in weight, the desire to keep her development as close as possible to her peers, the desire to make her into the standard-issue human, with its bipedal mobility and buh-buh B sounds…. It just… died. And I was freed into a deep acceptance for my daughter that felt bottomless.
			
					
				Another installment of the pandemic recovery diaries is out! This time, I look at what an octopus friend might teach us about healing. Link in the bio.
			
					
				Countdown! One more day until the paperback release of RAISING A RARE GIRL! To celebrate, here’s one more “reader-favorite” quote from the book! Swipe left to watch Fiona and me (mostly Fiona) unbox the paperbacks for the first time.