The complicated idea of "home" is something I think about quite often, and sometimes, increasingly often, with a tiny hint of clarity. But that clarity is fleeting and hard to hold onto in the bumper-car surprises of modern reality, especially here in Memphis.
(Right. You'd think I could have thought to write this one already. Like, last fall, when I was writing "something" every day for my own mental health.) May, as you've likely already seen or heard, is Mental Health Awareness Month. You've likely already seen or heard about it because, thanks to the pandemic, mental health … Continue reading Something about mental health.
Here's something important: getting up. Get. Up. That's how I say it to myself, sometimes. Actually, that's almost always how I say it to myself, sometimes aloud, especially during the school year. Get. Up. Jennifer. Do it now. I say this to myself when it is still dark outside and the alarm has gone off, … Continue reading The gift of melancholy.
Ours came home Thursday. If you have children in school, you probably received one too. It's the letter describing the "new" safety protocols. The procedures aren't new, at least ours aren't; they're really just a renewed commitment to the basics like "all visitors must enter through the front door," and "the school will conduct periodic … Continue reading The new normal.