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I will say that I haven’t written in the past few weeks. The death of RBG, no justice for Breanna Taylor and the realization that my rights and my daughter’s rights as women are potentially 🤬🤬🤬 took over. I cried uncontrollably everyday last week and went from rage to listless depression throughout each day. Somehow we finally made it to the weekend where we had plans to travel to visit friends. I saw two other families that are extremely dear to my heart. We all had separate cabins and stayed at a lovely place that allowed us to hike and roast lots of marshmallows. The kids who have been friends since birth practically rejoiced in seeing each other, ran in the woods and created their own outdoor play. It felt like a private magical world that I never wanted to leave. Of course I was afraid we were all killing each other with potential COVID but we stayed apart the best we could. Not enough but all outside. My hope is to jump from magical place to magical place to survive. We are going away in 2 weeks again with other friends and are now isolating as we are staying inside with friends. We plan to pod with my parents at Christmas and I can hug my mom for the first time since March.
September 30, 2020