August 18—Poop, Racism, and a Prayer

Originally written pre-Covid on August 18, 2018

Nap time. Writing time. Saxon’s downstairs laying next to a still sick Seylah in the ginormous 4-person-tent I just bought that takes up the whole living room. She is so sick she’s letting him brush her hair, and a father brushing his daughter’s hair is one of the best things that can happen in this world.