I've reached the point in the semester where my students are misspelling their own names in their document filenames.

I wasn’t expecting mothering a twelve-year-old to consist largely of watching my clothes walk around on someone else’s body. But I’m here for it.

"I'm on Blue Sky now," I told my husband. "Yes, I know, I invited you months ago and you joined." "But I didn't actually know what to do with it." Still don't know what to do here, but hello!