It’s Monday, and I have a 9 a.m. Zoom meeting in twenty minutes. I haven’t showered, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t plan to turn on my camera. I have my coffee, a piece of toast, and I’m already mentally checked out. I sit down and open my email and immediately notice a name among the thirty-plus unopened Monday-morning emails. It’s from a familiar name, William Rogers. It read: I googled you and found that you’re a colle...

The morning is chaotic. Like always. The baby is in her swing, crying. I’m attempting to get her and myself ready for my 12-hour hospital shift and make myself a to-go coffee on four hours of sleep. “Babe! Can you help,” I holler to my husband, who’s enjoying his coffee on the lanai, watching the morning news. “ I have to leave early for a meeting!” “You’re the one who wants to breastfeed at night, babe,” he yells back wi...

My best friend Mari and I bought the concert tickets months ago, despite having no real plan for how we’ll get there. Neither of us has a car, and no one in our country-music-obsessed town shares our taste, or is going. Legal adults or not, it’s a school night, which means asking our parents is off-limits. So, we dust off the classic I’ll be at my bestie’s house studying excuse. Every dollar we had went to the tickets, an...