“How are you doing?” June asks me. June is my boss. She’s in her mid-sixties, with beautiful, unapologetically grey curls. She is wearing black rectangular glasses, a white top and blue linen
The next morning is a Monday, and I wake up confused. Things feel more normal, but also… not. I get dressed slowly. Black leggings and a cozy grey sweater. Also, a sense of
On Wednesday afternoons Sarah and I do crafts. It’s a sacred friendship activity that we always make time for, basically no matter what else is up. Today we’re making beaded bracelets