Tuesday morning. 9:42.
Sitting in front of the computer with my list of things to do:
*format incredible photo essay about going inside Brazilian prisons, which will be published later today on MatadorChange.
*interview Susan, who won free tuition to Matador U, Matador’s travel writing program.
*finish an editing project about healing function of poetry in society.
In the background, the BBC. The announcer is talking about a new study that shows the children of working moms somehow turn out worse off than the kids of stay-at-home moms.
God knows if this is true– I’m always skeptical of research; there are so many variables and interpretations that often fail to be considered–but as I type, I feel lucky. Grateful. Because Mariel is lying on the bed next to me, sleeping. Francisco is in the living room, editing a video. And I have work that allows me to be as present as any working mom can be during this most beautiful, precious time.