I’m sitting at my laptop, coffee beside me and wishes that the rain will stop and overcast skies clear. I don’t mind biking in the rain, but no rain would help our roof, my parent’s farm, the spirits and sanity of thousands of parents who have been driven to the brink by cooped up kids. I feel an extension of this at the library.

My heart feels especially heavy because my mom has been feeling unwell, physically exhausted, arthritis flaring, and debilitating headaches. I call her every day. Lars has helped me try to get her set up with my doctor since the country health center my mom goes to is without a doctor, and what she needs is a consistent primary care physician. It has been 5 years since she was diagnosed and treated for cancer, and I feel scared for her. My parents are still farming, and I am starting to wonder how long that could last. I’m seeing the roles reverse and I wonder how that all will work.

Happy 4th of July.