
The summer I refused to fill
Dean is eight and Rey is six. I stopped signing them up for everything this summer, and I am hoarding the empty afternoons.
Kids
Dean is eight and Rey is six, and most of what I know about parenting them I learned about four months too late. There’s no advice here — just what it actually looks like in our hallway, in our car, at our kitchen table.

Dean is eight and Rey is six. I stopped signing them up for everything this summer, and I am hoarding the empty afternoons.
More of the house: the whole journal, or the story of why I started writing it.