Excessively long bubbles of text messages to a dear friend far away, a lifeline in the act of mothering
Short essay juvenilia following Roland Barthes, in which I am unduly suspicious of a favourite artist
Grocery lists on the back of old envelopes, written in the order through which I walk the store
Seminar papers diving into Hegel
Fantasies thinly disguised as short fiction
Records of ounces of milk expressed from my body and consumed by my children
A letter to an unknown seller attempting to convince them to “let” my spouse and me “buy” their house
“Consider using another word here” on my students’ papers
Morning pages ranging from interpreting dreams to utterly banal accounts of how well I am or am not following a given self-imposed regimen
Affirmative short phrases in lieu of emoji responses to internet buddies
Time logs of my babies’ nursing sessions and bowel movements, always separately recorded, sometimes simultaneously occurring
Encouraging, appreciative comments on other people’s blogs
A “P” on my calendar to mark the first day of my period
Long emails to friends at home from the office of a house in Sweden where I was an au pair, in the golden age of email
Seven years of plans for weekly dinners
More than two dozen published essays and articles
A draft of a book manuscript, if a thing reworked, reimagined, and made anew can be described in the singular, which it can’t
So much GChat chatter
A list of things I have written to capture for myself my days, my attention, my ongoingness
A barely sketched ersatz notion of myself that no longer serves me
I wonder if I'll consider putting out a post with my notes, too. Have a great day!
I also write my shopping list as if I am walking around the shop...very logical!