Every hour takes one-thousand hours
Motherhood, illness, and portals to the past.
I’m writing to you from inside an alternate dimension where the rules of time and space have been cracked open—or, as my 6 year old puts it, much more optimistically, “We’re savoring our time. Every hour takes one-thousand hours.” My family of three went four years without getting covid but now it’s here—hello, your reputation pre…