The cat is sleeping in a pile of clothes. Clean clothes, formerly folded, but now kneaded into a kitty nest for her. In the next room, pictures of her as a new kitten are popping up as the screensaver on the old laptop that I put out for Jack to play with while the Professor…
Category: 3L
Journal Woes
I’ve been editing an article for my school’s journal. It . . . isn’t an awesome experience. It involves lots of late nights (early mornings, to be technical), getting cozy with the Bluebook (a 400 page style manual for legal citations that is COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS in its scope and size). I am dreaming about legal…
August
August is a month in which I have accomplished pretty much zero. It’s dumb when you pay nearly a grand for your baby to go to a babysitter, but you still get nothing done because you have to watch your preschooler because his stupid school doesn’t start until like four weeks after every other school…
My Sons’ Hometown
Take a United States map. Place your index finger at the tip of Florida, and then, moving northerly and to the west, trace the Gulf-side border of the state. You’ll trail your pointer finger along a series of coastal cities: Naples, Cape Coral, Sarasota (a place to which I once seriously considered moving, before settling…
Counting Down the Days
I’ve been away from the boys for seven weeks, excluding a couple of weekend visits. One week remains of my summer job here in Mo-town, and then we’ll be reunited. At which point, my husband will be leaving for the bulk of July, off to defend his dissertation. It’s only fair that he get his…