Yesterday, Will asked me if we have bones in our heads.\u00c2\u00a0 “Yes,” I told him truthfully.<\/p>\n
“I think your head bone is broken.\u00c2\u00a0 I isn’t holding your hair anymore.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe it’s a problem with the HAIR BONE.”\u00c2\u00a0 He said the last two words in all caps, clearly enunciating so that I would be sure to notice him specifically mention a particular bone, showing off his vast knowledge of the human body.\u00c2\u00a0 See Mommy?\u00c2\u00a0 I may only be 4, but I know allll about hair bones.<\/em><\/p>\n “You know, Will, I think that you could be very right.”<\/p>\n So while my hair bone is broken, the rest of my brain seems to be doing alright.\u00c2\u00a0 I’ve been asked to appear on a local television access channel to talk about the Schweitzer Fellowship<\/a> and, I suppose, my fellowship-related work<\/a> stemming from the past few years of work in the Latino community.\u00c2\u00a0 I have another scheduled interview tonight for my dissertation research.\u00c2\u00a0 This afternoon, a note appeared congratulating me for selection of a travel award to cover expenses to come to the National Schweitzer Fellows for Life Conference<\/a> in Boston, and, would I mind moderating a breakout session?\u00c2\u00a0 All of these things are really helping me pull out of the haze and remember all the work there is to be done.<\/p>\n So is it so wrong to wish for a week at the beach?\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe I have romanticized what a week at the beach with your family is really like — but having never had the experience, I am longing to try.\u00c2\u00a0 This is why, in the middle of Paul negotiating new job(s), the kids popping in and out of school with different summer breaks, us preparing for a busy fall with huge travel, weddings 1000+ miles away that I am officiating and photographing, family surprises, fellowship obligations, school events, and a billion other things that don’t yet even include that darn dissertation I’m trying to finish…. I am carelessly dreaming of a week at the beach.<\/p>\n