Monday

Kismet. Serendipity. Everything I have ever done has been leading me, preparing me for this moment. This means it has all been worth it, by which I mean that it has all been worthwhile. Worth the while. There has been this other book in me, just waiting to get out, waiting for me to get out of the way. That is why I have been writing here, that is why I had to delve into memoir for a bit, to get myself out of the way. This book will have my knowledge, my insights and observations and even my experience,…

Saturday

At work, we are down two teachers in our department so this means that Derek and I have to cover their classes until the other teachers recover. This week, it is difficult because we have the annual athletic meet to practice, practice, practice for on top of regular teaching duties but next week it is difficult because we have a lot of classes on top of a lot of classes. We’ll muscle through but it does mean that I am exhausted at the end of every day and somewhat blank every morning when I wake up, which is when I…

Monday

I counted 42 passengers yesterday in the front car, heading downtown on the streetcar. Of those 42 passengers, 35 were on their screens. I’m not judging them for this ratio, it was just something I noted since it is a rather long ride, especially when you have two impatient young people accompanying you. There are 25 stops between ours and our usual destination and after each one, they subtract and confirm their answer with you, interrupting the essay I was reading in Jia Tolentino’s new book, Trick Mirror. Next to me, a woman whose silver roots overpowered her black tips…