MAY

It’s ironic to me that I live with a mailman and I’m pacing around waiting for the mail. I should officially receive my license certificate any minute. I try to go about my morning, feeding Nora, showering, putting on pants that zip. But I’m too distracted by anticipation.

I negotiated working from home one day a week when I came back from maternity leave. It was my dad’s idea. Sometimes I hate that he suggests these things to me, since I ...