It’s a snow day here. One of our very typical Missouri snow days—there’s a fraction of an inch of snow on the ground, schools are called off, but the roads are fine. Kind of an eyeroll situation, but it’s the first snow day of the year so our nerves are somewhat solid and we are happy for a slower day. This attitude will die over the next few weeks as the snow days and federal holidays stack up, and we will consider sending threatening letters to the superintendent, who, for heaven’s sake, is just doing the best they can, but we have OPINIONS about our children being HOME.
I’ve escaped to a coffee shop to send you this letter, so I will not be witnessing my children (16, 13, and 7) yelling at each other over the difference between millimeters and milliliters. This is a real argument they had last night, by the way. Hilarious how they can argue over something that is so solidly* and easily defined.
But I escaped because I want to tell you about a book that I cannot BELIEVE I left off of my favorites list and about a few things that are, as one of my favorite authors says, saving my life right now.
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