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The Flowers She Deserves

Though I haven’t been a student for a long while, I still get those back-to-school feels every Fall. Pure nostalgia. The reality is very different, especially now. My heart goes out to parents. Particularly those of the under-12 crowd (I hope a vaccine is approved for that age group soon). But this time last year I was still an adjunct instructor. Every Tuesday and Thursday night I would teach, via zoom, after working my full-time day job. With teaching prep to do every weekend. I’m taking a much-needed break this semester But the other night I realized I don’t know what to do with myself. A friend reminded me that resting is enough. Resting is resistance. I remind others about that often but I’m less gentle with myself.

Things on my mind:

My son turned 22 recently. And this birthday was better than the last. We were able to socialize a bit, though cautiously. We had dinner at my ex-husband’s on my son’s birthday. And I rented out an independent theater for his party the following weekend, to screen Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. My Dad even came. But I hadn’t watched that movie in years and there are more problematic bits than I remembered. Oof.

Birthday boy in his natural habitat, standing against a wall with large cat wallpaper

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