“or women who care deeply about their other roles and identities, keeping that snake at bay—only swallowing up to the toe or knee, say—is crucial to mental health and well-being.”
“I don’t have particular rituals other than (perhaps not for the better) that I often snack on something. It’s a time for intellectual, creative, and physical indulgence, so I always look forward to it.”
Memorizing poems is a practice that’s nourishing, meaningful, and entirely unproductive from an economic standpoint.
And, in a shitty way, by retreating to the domestic, in a not-so-feminist claiming of womanly expertise, I buy myself a little free time
one of us wrote the words “too late” across the calendar. From that point on, only essentials could take place.