They’d likely not vacation together again, for more reasons than the woman would get into now. Needless to say, a day was just right. They stopped for ice cream before returning home, letting the summer day run long. She remembered how she used to have such a hard time saying goodbye, letting go. She still did.

Real LifeJena SchwartzJuly 9, 2018call me by your name, sexuality, jewish, nostalgia, parenting, mothering, mothers and daughters, summer, ice cream, freedom, marriage, love, relationships, anne sexton, hannah gadsbyComment

Ten Minutes Instead of Three Hours

I had that itch earlier to write. For hours and hours. To figure out where I’ve been and pull all the different colored ribbons together in a big bright bow. Alas. That is not this. This is more like lurching towards the writing, like driving a stick-shift when you’ve only ever driven an automatic.

ObservationsJena SchwartzJuly 19, 2017write, writing, motherhood, parenting, the office, summer, coffee, doctors, healthcare, insuranceComment

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