things that made me cry today:
a story my husband told me about danny trejo and kermit the frog
literally one establishing sentence in the guardian's review of the serviceberry.
my daughter, weepy in her bed at 530 AM, when i rolled over away from her and tried to go to sleep, at which she whispered to herself, "oh no, i'm never going to see her again."
i'm doing great. i'm doing fine.







