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since the last time
I tested positive, and felt it in every bone of my body, every muscle that ached and said, “No more,” every breath that caught and tightened my throat. Then Baby, her eyes weepy and her little chest constraining against my hands. Then Mister, our caretaker, the captain of this ship that seems to be sinking.…
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the moments I choose today
Momma, on the phone, sounds tired and overwhelmed, but still picks up when I call because she knows we need to touch base for sanity’s sake. And to share that three out of the five siblings who visited this weekend have fevers and bad coughs. My chest tightens a notch. Student J, noticing I’m running…
a scribble of jo 