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Because Fear is Dumb

I’m at a coffee shop (okay, it’s a Panera, because #suburbs) with my husband right now, writing. We have a couple hours until Cian needs to be picked up from preschool, and I often get more work done on these time-crunch work dates than I do any other time. Today, though, is a bit different. I feel free, and a little sad, and sort of refreshed (that last part just could be because I’m showered and out in public and have a second cup of coffee in my bloodstream, but I’ll take it). See, here’s the thing: My second book–the one I called A Version of Lucky, which was about a female friendship gone bad, layered against a fledgling, then flourishing, food truck business, and set against the backdrop of downtown Baltimore–isn’t selling. Which means that no publisher to whom it’s been pitched has offered to buy it. The news isn’t unexpected, nor am I all that dismayed, really. Well, let’s back up–in all honesty, I spent a lot of yesterday moping around, occasionally having…

Lesson Learned

After a long day of kiddo basketball games Saturday we were back home, sitting down to take-out sushi (all of our children like sushi, the rawer and more tentacle-laden the better. Their taste for it is both surreal and getting expensive). Saoirse has been playing CYO basketball for a couple years now, but Quinlan had her very first game earlier that afternoon, as part of a big, non-competitive league in our town. It was an overwhelming experience for our first timer: two games happening at the same time, parents and younger siblings ringing the court, four coaches calling directions, kids and adults streaming in and out of the gym throughout it all. “Quinlan,” I said. She was cramming a piece of salmon into her mouth so fiercely it took her a moment to focus on me. “You taught me something today.” “Hmphm?” she asked (or tried to). “You were so nervous going into your game today, but you know what? Even though you were nervous, you never stopped moving. You just kept your eye on the ball and kept going.” She was paying attention to me now. “And…

So Long as They Jump

Saoirse and I were sitting on the couch together the other night, reading. Much to her little sister’s dismay, SK gets to stay up later than her younger siblings. Quinlan, in her imagination, thinks we spend this time gorging on cupcakes, or reenacting episodes of American Ninja Warrior, or laughing at some uproarious movie we’re all watching without her. Not so, though–the nights that Saoirse hangs out downstairs, this is what it is: sitting, reading, quietly talking. (In her defense, Quinlan really wants to just do that, too. She saves the Ninja stuff for other times, like when she’s supposed to be sitting down with us to dinner.) That evening, I was watching the fish wander around their aquarium in their spot across the room. Our smaller goldfish, R2 (or as I like to call her, Dumb) was quietly moving along, just happy to chase the bubbles around her tiny world. Finn, on the other hand (or as I prefer to call him, Dumber), was attacking the rocks that lay on the bottom of the tank, knocking them this way and that with a terrible goldfish-sized clatter in his desperate search…