I needed a summer job. She was planning to be a lifeguard. It sounded perfect, the two of us up there on that tower, getting tan and getting paid, red buoys announcing that we mattered. If she could ascend that ladder, then surely I could, too. Passing the written test was easy, and I CPRed…
It’s been a wonky, exhausting month or so of leading and working and parenting and all the other “ings.” That said, I’m tired of taking myself so seriously and just want to talk about books, okay? Fiction A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman This charming story about a curmudgeon named Ove (ooo-veh) was originally published in…
God, you’ve done it again. You’ve set the table, straightened the chairs, and bid us come. Plain is your beauty before us. We are utterly unworthy of this invitation, and yet here we see our names, and our seats, and our sisters. You’ve been expecting us. All of us, and each of us, and even…
