Absolutely. We do not register our children for federal programs for any reason now.

I love this. Thank you.

That language made me feel ill.

Oh this gives charter schools a horrible name.

Let's keep moving forward.

Let's pay attention enough to be aware to stand up for other people's rights, but not so much we're overwhelmed and dysregulated, so deeply that we cannot function.

Maybe enduring these hard times will give us the courage to be braver.

Maybe we need to be braver.

I just want to remind you of this — this week has been hard if you care about human rights, public knowledge, science, reproductive rights, justice, LGBTQ+ rights, women, and democracy. (Plus hundreds of more urgent issues.)

And yet. And yet.

They took the school bus home with their friends, instead of me needing to be by their side, while I went to Olympia with people from their school to talk to legislators about better funding education.

I have a hot cup of damn fine coffee in my hand.

The stomach flu passes.

And yet. And yet.

I was so happy for my husband — we gave him this trip as his Christmas present.

My youngest is deeply anxious and they made it through the entire trip. We each went on a zipline trip, racing between tall trees.

Enduring the camp was hard and they came out braver.

I still haven't slept more than 4 hours a night this week.
I could be complaining.

Today, I'm home with both of my children, while my husband is at work. And both of them are throwing up every 30 minutes. Thank you, norovirus!

I'm tending to each and disinfecting every surface.

My old sciatica is acting up from the camping trip.

I was 1 of 2 adults in charge of 10 male-presenting children in a small wooden cabin. We were on duty from waking to sleep.

The coffee was weak. The children were loud. Everyone was cold. And tired. And homesick. And overstimulated.

Oh I love this. Thank you for sharing this.

It's alarming watching these nerdy tech guys achieve far too much power, then fawning over strongmen.

Happy Thanksgiving, Millie!