We want to remember because we too fear existential obliteration, shudder at the thought of being lost to an endless sea of unforgettable moments long forgotten.

It’s a strange thing to be awake while the rest of the world sleeps.

My children are growing up spoiled and unappreciative of a world where the grown-ups in their lives appreciate and respect their feelings and mental health. They don’t know that just a few decades ago, even adults dropped the r-word casually, and that words “mental” and “health” had yet to be paired together within the public consciousness.

I’m no longer sad or scared for her: I’m jealous.

I wonder often when, specifically, these possible futures evaporated.

Morally Superior: Nobody likes you, but you don’t care.

The vibes out here are a mixed bag, and mostly out of our control,

Mrs. Strickland seemed to understand what so many adults did not: that childhood was uncertain and sometimes frightening, that the children she pulled out of math class to create an interpretive dance or to learn how to lip-synch Elton John already knew more about the world than we thought we did, that the passing of our childhood was no small

There are no parents on earth better than the ones who don’t have children.